LoniAli with her two braids sat in a corner to entertain her smelly demon.
The demon was tired of LoniAli and smelled bad already like blue cheese
Again the demon said to her “stop making me feel bad about who I am”
- I have to be this way you see for me to be scary and gain respect!
Your job isn’t to be one with me, your desire to be one with me makes me smell like cheese. I don’t like blue cheese and I am not sick.
LoniAli was convinced to make a friend out her enemy at all cost, even if it meant losing respect with other girls.