Crack || ONE-SHOTS Jacksepticeye x Markiplier.

Neighbours: One-shot

"And as always, I will see you...in the next video. Buh-bye!" Mark yelled into his camera before stopping the recording. "Yeah, that's a lot less awesome from this end, with no music and no people," he said to himself, looking around at the empty room. Standing up and stretching, he grabbed his pink moustache and walked out the door. "Let's see what the lepra-sean is up to."
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"POUNCH TAT LIEK BOUTTON IN THA FACE LIKE A BOUUUUUUSSSS!!! AND HI FIVES ALL ROND WAPISH WAPISH! And I will see all yu duedes... IN THA NEXCT VEDIOOOOOOO!" screeched the Irish YouTuber, spinning insanely on his chair and stopping the recording. "Oh, bloodeh fuk, tat was wun helova game." There was a knock on the door. "Oh, cen't cetch a fukken break arond 'ere," he muttered, in this incredibly racist accent I seem to think he has. I mean, it's strong, but... Sean walked over to the door, grabbing a Guinness on the way, and pulled it open. "Hui, muy name is Wilford Warfstache, and I'm here looking for your pot of gerld," his currently pink-moustached friend drawled.
"If aye wasn't tha fukken equilivent of Irish fukken squered and condensed, that woud be mighty fukken racist," Sean told him, stepping aside. Mark wandered into the room, refusing to take off the moustache.
"Maybe, but if I wasn't wearing a pink moustache I'd probably have a girlfriend by now."
"And aye'd 'ave a gerlfrind buy now if dat mustashe dedn't turn me ga'er dan da forf of July."
Mark raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you were gay."
"I'm not fukken gay, mate. I'm fukken sexually attrected to mustashes. Deres a deffrence."
"Oh..." Mark said, surprised. "Well, good thing I brought a spare." He pulled out a second pink moustache from his underpants.
"Oooh, I fukken lov it, I fukken lov it!" Sean squealed. The rest of the day was spent doing things with moustaches that are illegal in England, Russia, India, Japan, and 12 states of America.