Lizzy's Interdimensional Arson Adventure


Well, I think I’m in the wrong universe right now.
 
When we went Lupi’s a few days ago, I followed other Matt to his universe… and I may or may not have gotten lost a bit…
 
I’ve actually learned more than I thought I would about my dad. I’ve learned that his dad is a dick and that his mom is a little racist.
 
Other Matt is very annoyed, mostly because he now has a thirteen year old mischief maker that can’t find her way back home constantly following him around. I can’t really blame him.
 
Oh, I also almost set a hotel on fire. Other Matt and I were trying to find an affordable place to stay for a bit, and since the receptionist was being an asshole, I set the bathroom on fire. So far, I haven’t gotten caught.
 
Let’s hope that I get home soon so that the cops don’t find us. Here’s your report-ly meme!
 
 

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