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wot do u want ur name 2 b

Can I join as well, giggles?

     Daddy Potato was having fun. The group was returning from their alpaca adventure, having previously truly enjoying theirselves. Daddy Potato spotted a popcorn cart nearby. "Ooh, popcorn!" He exclaimed as he glowered over the popped kernels. "Let's get some of that!"
     He turned down to face Little Agent, about to ask whether he wanted his salted, buttery, or covered in sriracha-flavored sprinkles, and then noticed his nervous expression. "Hey, is something wrong, Little Agent?" He asked in concern.
     "I feel bad, Daddy Potato." Little Agent expressed.
     "I told you to go before we left."
     "No, not like that. I feel a scary presence. It feels dark and foreboding, as if a dangerous journey with tap-dancing dragons is going to happen."
     Daddy Potato stared into the concerned face of Little Agent. Was it true? Could such imminent peril truly be on its way?
     Daddy Potato sputtered his lips. "You've lost your mind, Little Agent. Should I get some frosting for our popcorn? Sounds fuuuuuuuun!"
     "EW!" Lady Narwhal exclaimed, abruptly grabbing a narwhal from nowhere and hugging it tightly.
     "Can I eat the Mandarin Orange?" Little Agent pleaded.
     "Um, actually, Little Agent, she's-" Best Welsh Buddy began to explain
     "h*ck no" Mandarin Orange interjected.
     "Let's just get the popcorn." Daddy Potato decided. "Maybe we should get six - five for me and one for you guys to share!"
     But as he gathered the popcorn tubs, Daddy Potato began the sense the same evil presence Little Agent had seemingly felt . . . no, wait, it was the popcorn guy. Nvm then.

sure what should we call you