Leebit stole my last braincell: The Battle Of Two Half-Braincells

my precious buttocks

There he stood, menacingly, with his horrifying fluffy soft fur and caffeinated eyes. Like a JoJo reference. The Supreme Biter of Ankles, The Snatcher of First-Borns, Wolf-Chan's Very Own Kneecap Provider: Leebit.

He watched over his doing with his friend, Dwaekki, at his kneecap.

The animal citizens of Stay Village were writhing in utter disappointment at the weather being a little humid. The poison had worked wonders, after all, Dwaekki never fails. The citizens slowly twisted themselves into party ribbons of varios sizes in front of Leebit and Dwaekki's very eyes.

Leebit smirked like the fuccboi emoji, "I know what decoration I'll use for my wedding." Dwaekki looked at him with a horrified expression, "You don't mean- You don't mean those animal citizen-" "Ew wtf dude? I meant I'll put up pictures of my fluffy buttocks obviously. They're my precious buttocks." Leebit rolled his eyes at Dwaekki because it was so obvious. "Honestly Dwaekki, who uses citizen party ribbons nowadays? They've gone out of fashion man." Dwaekki couldn't agree more.

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After witnessing the cheerful cries of agony of the animal citizens of Stay Village while being party-ribonified, the dynamic duo of murderous hags discussed how they could benefit from or blend into the ongoing war.

Dwaekki started listing out a few facts, "Well, it's popularly called The War of The Two Half-Braincells.... Especially by the multistans."

Leebit huffed like a rheumatism struck beanpole, "I already knew that! Slow-e-do-suarus ugh!"

Dwaekki wanted to rap at him. He wanted to rhyme Shrek with Swag right in front of Dwaekki's salad. He refrained himself from doing so, but he knew his time would come.

Leebit continued boasting, "I scattered shards from my precious kneecaps that have evolved ears! Every shard of my kneecap can hear EVERYTHING!"

He paused dramatically, like a JoJo character. "And that, is why I know that no one will EVER defeat us! Me, the Supreme Snatcher of First-Borns and you... And... You-"

He looked at Dwaekki who looked about as alive as Marco Bodt from SnK. Leebit was not scared but he was scared and that's exactly what I'm saying.

He continued, "With the power of my kneecaps and your mixamatchy of potions we'LL BE UNSTO-"

The anklebiter was cut short as he was bonked to horny jail but for megalomaniacs by a shadowy chick. A mysterious figure wrapped in darkness as thick as mayo. He looked smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover, a cool shade stunner.

Dwaekki's eyes popped out of his skull in horror of what happened to his partner in ribonification of animal citizens. As(s) his eyeballs rolled away he scrambled around in a panicked state to find them. Seizing the opportunity with his buttery smoothness, the offending chick smacked Dwaekki with a spare toe he had in his ear.

The toe hit Dwaekki's chicken tender socket where his eyeball used to be and Dwaekki fainted out of happiness that atleast one empty void in his skull had been filled.

However, Dwaekki's eyeballs weren't so lucky, they saw it all.

The betrayal. The pain. The shimmy shimmy ko ko bop I think I like it charm of the shadow mayo chick.

You can't be betrayed by a person you didn't trust. However, at that moment Dwaekki's eyeballs knew, they had been betrayed by none other than a close childhood friend (bold of Dwaekki's Eyeballs to assume they had a childhood). It was Young Buck?? No! It was Bbokari.

The eyeballs witnessed him as he bent down in his shodow mayo chick form and whispered cheerfully, "I am sorry my friend, The Supreme Biter of Ankles..... I must do this... I'm sorry Leebit... I'm sorry Dwaekii... You murderous hags."

The Bbokari popped both the eyeballs back into the pits where they belonged and took back his toe and tucked it in a tuft of feathers in his ear. He smiled and happily skipped out of the cave dead in the middle of the night as if he wasn't a chich who had a megalomaniac-kneecap-enthuisiast and a rapper-who-pretended-to-be-a-doctor-but-was-very-good-at-it slung on his back as he padded along to make his business deals before daybreak.