HEEEEEEEEEERE WE GO!!! Before I start, Melody is an eeeeextremly bad mood, and we all know what a potty mouth she is.

If you are offended by llike fifty swearwords, STOP HERE! But for my Aurora Block posse, I wrote this just for YOU! Have fun!
Melody screamed from the kitchen.
"YOU WANNA STICK TO THE PAN YOU FUCKING STUPID ASSHOLE CUNT SLAG
NAZI FORSKIN CHEWER CLITORIS BANDIT WHORE! THAT'S RIGHT! DON'T WORRY! I DON'T NEED TO EAT YOU! YOU CAN GO IN THE GARBAGE CHUTE AND ROT! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES!?!? DIE! DIE! DIE!"
Then came the sound of furious scraping, as if she was trying to flay the frying pan alive.
"Jeesus." Pleione gave a long whistle. "She does not sound happy."
Erina grinned. "You, know, this is her before she has had her caffine rush."
"You should see her on BEEBay!" Lazuli chuckled. "Ah, such happy memories. Mind you, she almost set fire to the computor."
Then came the sound of furious clomping.
Melody's face was smudged, and grease clung wetly to her fingers. She had forced her jaws into a grimace of a smile.
"Breakfast" she snarled, "is served."
"It's a fruit salad." she added in a threatening tone.
"Oh yummy!" squealed Erina. "Mangos...?" she mumbled unwisely.
But luck was on her side.
"Yes." Melody spat. "Mangoes with syrup or cream. With lots of other things."