"That's not how you fucking cook it!" Gordon yelled at ThatVeganTeacher as she poured vegan oil in her vegan food for her vegan dish.
"It's how I make it! It's vegan!" ThatVeganTeacher yelled back, everyone else in the room watched as they fought, even the camera crew left as this point.
"I'll show you vegan!" Gordon suddenly pushed his (ugly) face into ThatVeganTeacher and kissed her, ThatVeganTeacher was longing and waiting for this moment to come. Their hands roamed each others bodies.
Everyone in the room either barfed or groaned, they all picked to their feet and bolted out of the room, heading to the church to not have seen that sin.
ThatVeganTeacher and Gordon got busy.
"I'm going to cook for you" Gordon said, parting his chapped lips from ThatVeganTeacher.
"Okay" ThatVeganTeacher giggled as she twirled her hair in her hand, giggling to herself.
Gordon instantly made food for his queen. He presented it to her on a silver platter.
"Here you go, dearly beloved" He said, for once not swearing.
ThatVeganTeacher took a mouthful and started choking on her food. She threw herself around the room like a ragdoll, flailing her arms around like a noodle.
"Oh no!" ThatVeganTeacher yelled. "I't not vegan, I'll die!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Gordon ran over to her, but slipped on the banana placed on the floor, he comically fell and hit his head on the table, breaking it.
All of a sudden, the kid who broke the table with bricks appeared.
"Oh no!" he said. "Our table, it's Broken!"
Gordon then died, ThatVeganTeacher was still running around like a chicken without a head, Sheldon from the big bang theory than came from the oven and wacked ThatVeganTeacher in the head with a frying pan and killed her.
Sheldon then ascended into the sky, flying through the roof and walls. Holy music played as he did so.
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Holy Water: Needed
RandomThe title. This one is for my besties! YK who U R. You all need help, I'll come with since I wrote this shit. This is my book to bring upon this cursed land.
