chicken barbeque and lemonsito cider juice

i dont know why they like it. guess they don't have those back home. so they're doing their final dry run before time runs out. whatever. i don't have anything much to say say except that i would miss talking to them when it feels like i'm the one being lectured. with life and everything. i would miss feeding 'em fish with crumbs of bread while i talk crooked for minutes or remain stupidly still when i'm outa words. so where are my tutors now? dammit. the rabbit got away.