Let's write a letter to Bebop together, as a united community. Please only add two words each turn (you can post multiple times, but not in a row). I'll start...

Dear Bebop,

Self delete. You are my mom, but you're not funny, and really mod me. You should let me kiss you, and then touch your beautiful hair. I want you inside my tight cramped room. I really think you're hot, but the best is mist. Why are you owner? Is it big black, AND JUICY? When did you start doin blow, and sucking so many big black lollipops? Anyway, I just hate when I hate Merlot (just kidding). I still hate Merlot, but suck at hating.

This letter is cancer, and it gives me big black, huge throbbing live spots. Floor sucks blister's blistoe. When they see Luap, they masturbate. Anyway, let's be sexual.

S P I C Y W E E N I E S.

Love, Sandbox

P.S. BAUTISTABOMB

THE END.