Prince Philip X Honse & Donk

i- im so sorry

Prince Phillip lay still in the back of a limo. He face was fifty shades of death and his chest was not moving. Donk and Honse entered the limo and sat opposite to him. 

"He looks dead," pointed out Donk.

"No shit!" replied Honse as she bitch slapped Donk across the face. The force of the slap caused Donk to projectile shit everywhere. Her pants were shredded and everything was covered in green and brown shit. 

"You said no shit before, well guess what? It's now yes shit," Donk said as she wiped her doo doo from inside her nose. The beef smell was really annoying her. 

"No wonder your dad left you." Honse sighed. 

"At least he looks alive now," said Donk as she pointed at Philip who's face was now shit back to life. "The green really brings out his eyes."

"Oh shit, I'm a necrophiliac." Honse had just come to this realization. "Get out."

"Ok." Donk projectile shit again and the force launched her into the window. "Ow, forgot to wind down the window."

Once the window was down, Donk projectile shit and flew out the limo window into a random apartment building. She landed inside with a giant fart to end her shit parade. 

"DAD!" Donk cried, looking at her father playing Mario Kart by himself. 

Meanwhile, Honse had fucked Phillip back to life. 

"What the fuck?" said Phillip. "I'm alive!" 

"Ew, gross. Sorry, I don't like to fuck people who are breathing." 

"Me neither." 

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"What?" 

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Back in the apartment, Donk was getting destroyed by her dad . . . in Mario Kart. 

"FUCK YOU!" Donk cried out.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF!"

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SWEET HOME ALABAMA. 

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"Donk, stopping fucking your dad. I want to go home." Honse looked at Donk who was currently fucking her dead dad. 

"Turns out I'm a necrophiliac, too!" Donk farted. "Oops, shitty dick." 

Honse is staring directly at you. Yes, that is right reader. "Are you a necrophiliac? Dora aprueba."

"PUEBES!" screamed Donk as her dead dad's pubes crawled up inside her. "HONSE WHAT DO I DO?"

"SET YOURSELF ON FIRE. BURN!" 

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"We are here today to pay respects to a fallen necrophiliac. We, other necrophiliacs, must fuck her now to send her on a peaceful way to Hell. CLOTHES OFF . . . AND GO!" 

"Yes, Billy, I like your form. Maybe just angle yourself to the right a little."

"SAMANTHA, NO, RUB BACK AND FORTH, THEN AROUND! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT."

"LITTLE MIDGET BOB! DO YOU REALLY THINK SHE WOULD LIKE YOUR STUPID, TINY DICK IN HER NOSE. SHE DOESN'T WANT HER BOOGERS ALL OVER YOUR EXTRA SMALL DICK. Put it in her left ear instead. Ok, good."