Pov: pettah
Ive had an ball crumbling night with ballsyman. *sneaky sneaky sex* I was asleep, and had my eyes closed, so i opend them since i am not a stupid low iq cat.
I woke up in the massive spooky mansion of mr ballsyman.
Why does this smell so much like cum.
Oh wait thats is my kitty litter box.😇
I pull on my kitty boots and go over to the next room, Paulie is taking a dumb, it smells like a mix of sweet chili, cheese, coconut oil, milk, fresh tuna, garnals, mashed potatos and cow shit, because paul is a really diverse person. "Hi, mommy Paul". "Get the fuck outta here i am painting the toilet Peter, do ya want me to paint you too? Then you'll be a cat covered in shit. You want that? Huh? Shitty kitty" "remember that time i took a dumb in your volkswagen, yes i have no problem doing that again, poopie paul" "GLPLLLFFFF". The shit came out of Pauls ass so hard and fast that everything was brown. Ace came running down the hall en stuck his ass in the room and let out a massive stinky blinky fart, he locked the door and giggeled gayly "HIhaHIhaHU DIE DIE DIE💀🦅🦅🦅. USA HELL YEAAAA🦅🦅🦅💩🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲"
Pov: Ace (fartman)
I start the lawnmower and drive thru the bathtup, my little island, now i can play little lawnmower mermaid and hope i dont get caught in the knifes of the lawnmower and move to the gates of gene's insides after that one time he ate rocks and scissors and never shat them out again. My bathtub starts to fall and now i am one floor down while i see Paul making condoms at home. "Hi Paulie mommy" "hi ace (fartmachine)".
Pov: Gene
Mr. Ballsyman has gathered us around a fire that we created in the backyard. Ace is still on the lawnmower but they fell in love and now the lawnmower has it's own brain and grown arms. "I have gathered you all to make a very important statement". Mr. Ballsyman speaks. "Peter is the alpha man". "NOOOO👎👎👎👎👎". I scream and cry, my world has come crumbling down and i feel only bitter sadness en darkness. My will to live is gone. While i see peter purring happily, licking ballsyman's feet again. "It can't be"
A few minutes pass as i lay down in the grass, my sadness overwhelming me. The lawnmower notices my discomfort and comforts me by riding over me. "Thank you Mr. Lawnmower for taking me out of this painfull word full of agony and darkness. I will always and forever be thankfull". I close my eyes and let the lawnmower ride over me again and again. Crossing over me like a real lawnmower, chopping grass.
