Plop: The Third Part

Okay, here's a clue:

Now, here's your other clues:


And this:


You know where I'm going, right? Now go read my post. Oh here's my other one. Go! Shoo!

You're done already? Wow.

So just kick back, relax, and enjoy another food disaster.

So, I had pasta for dinner. I was swaying around as I carried my plate to the table. *Flashback*
*I come back to reality*
*Shudders*
Okay, sorry. Only this time, it didn't go BOOM. And it didn't go Tssssssssss either. It went:
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PLOP

I looked down at my dinner. On the floor. (I cleaned it up.)

PS: Ms. Witty made me more pasta.

Is This Some Kind Of Joke?

So, have you read about my experience with oyster crackers? Well, if you haven't, you're in for a surprise.

Now go read about my oyster crackers and don't come back 'till you've read every single word!

Okay, have you done it? Good. So, let's get started!

Okay, here's a hint:


Okay, now do you think you know? Let's put it together. Sprite+My oyster crackers adventure=Uh-oh. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yes, you are good.

Here's how it happened:

So, Big Pain was at school, and he bought me a Sprite. We got to his school, and he ran. With the soda in his backpack. You see where I'm going with this, right? Yup. I think you're smart enough to see the problem. So, he got in the car, and said, "Hannah Fanna, I got something for you." I replied "Oh cool, thanks!" And out he pulled the bottle. Dun, dun, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. I opened it. But this time, it didn't go BOOM. It went the way that always happens. Tsssssssssssssssss. I was soaked.

Why am I cursed?

PS: Big Pain kept on apologizing.