*Sigh* I've been through this many times.. Okay here we go, I was hungry. I'm sorry, my parents don't feed me and one jour I was peeing behind a arbre and saw your rock. Since I went soo long without nourriture I had no choice but to consume your rock. But hey, your rock is in a better place..
Wait, that colorful rock I thought would make a good throwing device at Nicky Tromba was YOUR PET ROCK!? Well, if jacked up 5th grader Nicky Tromba didn't have a huge head that gets in the way of everything your rock wouldn't have died! Want me to murder Nicky? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE?
Im so very sorry. I thought she was a great rock for skipping at the river! *sniffle* My rock died a few weeks il y a I miss him so much. *WWWAAAHHH* And I am sorry. Here is a moment of quietness.......................... RIP Bob. toi will be missed.