Create your own story with WhatIf!
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dean Winchester: Please tell me this place still has pie.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Touch the jar, hunter. I dare you.
Pika: Pika.
dean Winchester: Cute warning. You hear that, squeaky little battery? And you, fashionably feral diva?
Pika: Pika pika!
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Oh, you really chose stupid today.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Grease-stained apocalypse in a leather jacket.
dean Winchester: That was almost flattering.
Pika: Pika!
Pika: dean you as ugly as a mud fence and Clawdeen you smell like the northbound end of a southbound mule
dean Winchester: the fuck
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): son of a bitch what did you say pika
dean Winchester: You're all snarl, no bite.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): And you're all jaw, no taste.
Pika: Pika!
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Your jacket has less personality than a dead battery.
dean Winchester: Don't burn the jacket.
Pika: Pika!
dean Winchester: All right. Let's see if your bark bites.
dean Winchester: That cape is doing all the evil.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): And losing.
Pika: Pika.
dean Winchester: Stick to the squeaking, short stuff.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Stick to the driving, trench coat.
Pika: Pika pika!
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Hold up. Those horns are crooked.
dean Winchester: Cape's knockoff.
Pika: Pika.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): You dress like a clearance bin got possessed!
dean Winchester: Your evil résumé is one page, and half of it is whining!
Pika: pika
dean Winchester: We won, right?
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): We owe the diner six hundred bucks.
Pika: Pika.
