"What the shnell just happened to your eye?!" says Don as the fallen eye pierces into his soul. "Huh, that thing must really like you, seeing as it took the place of your left eye" cuts in Marce.
"Well, that was weird...Hey guys" spoke a faint, hidden voice that was eating something. Out of the dark hallway stepped a 5'1" height girl with teal hair in a bobbed haircut. Her crimson red eyes, accompanied with a black and white striped V-neck , dark brown leather jacket, and jean shorts made Moone weak in the knees.
"Oh, hey guys you remember my sister Mona, right?" says Marce as he deviously stares into Moone's aroused face. "Oh yeah, you're always talking about her" replies Don as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head to cover his blushing demeanor, causing his black frames to drop. Moone then whispers, "Wow, he's always talking about her but I would have never guessed that she would look so tasty" as he licks his lips and deviously laughs quietly. "Yeah you're right, she is looking pretty nice...I call dibs" whispers Don to his brother. Moone has absolutely nothing to say back, he just gives him a simple glare to say "I'd like to see you try", as he looks down to her feet.
Then he realized that she had no feet, only legs. Mona said that she is 'perfectly fine' and "who needs legs anyway" as she stepped out of her brown Mary Jane's. The two of them could only watch in disgust as the round stubs of her feet stood on the shiny tiles on the floor. Then, Marce realizes that he was doing that by thinking too hard after looking at the eye on the floor, which was facing their direction. He quickly gets up puts the eye in a jar and runs back to his chair as everyone stayed in place without blinking, as if they were frozen, but then continued with their actions.
So, Mona finally swallows her piece of toast to realize that Moone and Don's faces are starting to get red. She then proceeds to ask, "Are you guys also starting to get heated? I suppose it is starting to get pretty hot in here". "Yeah I suppose I should stop drinking all this coffee and get it out of my system, come on let's go outside" continues Marce.
While outside they lay on the soft grass and look at the sky while letting seagulls fly overhead, from the ocean in the horizon. Don was about to fall asleep when Marce asks everyone if they want to see his left eye. So, in a tenth of a second he sprang up, rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes and sat in position with the others. Marce seeing that everyone was ready lifted up his black eye patch to reveal a seemingly perfect red eye matching his sister's. Don was confused as to what was so special about it and confusingly said, "It seems normal, what's so special about it?" "Aah, I'm so glad you asked Don, it looks normal to the untrained eye. But in reality is slightly off by exactly 20 1/2 degrees" replied Moone and Mona in parfait sync.