Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26593284-20150820214414/@comment-25908355-20150827142320

(Nah. I'm just not good with drawing people.)

Hematite begins to rummage in Spessanite's drawers, until finding a syringe labeled "MEDICINE".

Hematite: Must be it..

He grabs it and begins to look at Spessanite.

Hematite: Spess.. Don't run. I'm doing this for your own good-

Spessanite: I HATE NEEDLES!!!

Before Hematite could even react to Spess' response, Spessanite jumps in his closet and closes the door.

Hematite: DAMMIT. Spess, come on outside.

Spessanite: NO!!!

Hematite's mind: ''If this guy is off his meds.. Maybe I can convince him to come out..''

Hematite: Come out Spessanite! There's lots of nice things here..

Spessanite: Are there cats?

Hematite: Um.. Yes! Lots of kittens! Very cute, very nice.. They are very-

Spessanite: I HATE CATS!!

Hematite's mind: Of course this won't be so easy...