"So cruel-" You sung, going on a tirade of sorts. . you didn't even know what was going on. You felt manipulative and, well, British. You had felt as though your world was falling apart after Mic left you with a tirade of her own, and what do you do when your faced with the truth?

Accept it? Haha, funny. No, you make sure the thing that causes the truth pays. So, you made there perfect plan, and here you were, ready to make that stupid phone's dream fall apart.

"Base and uncout-" Somewhere through your thoughtless singing and your actual thoughts. you stopped in your tracks, nearly falling off the tree trunk as MePad bashed into your song.

". . How did they hurt you. .?"

What?