Jimmy screamed as Tim threw him hard against a wall. "We got him, fo' real this time, Prez." DeQuan LaShawn said into his walkie-talkie thing. Jimmy groaned in pain on the floor as Tim put him in handcuffs, but one of his hands didn't fit because of the bandage, so Tim just bobby pinned his hands together. It worked. "Ey, Timmy boy, why ya got bobbi pins in yo pocket?" Rayshawn Jayshawn III asked, laughing. "Shut up, they're my wife's! She gives some to me so that if she forgets some, then I have extras!" "Aye, but you use them fo' yoself! AAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!!" Tim got up from his kneeling position and threw some random rock at Rayshawn Jayshawn III. It hit him in the ear, cutting his earlobe off. The earlobe went flying and hit DeQuan LaShawn in the eye. "OW! Knock it off, you two!" He said, rubbing his eye. Just then, Barack came a'strollin' down the hall in his footie pajamas and a bathrobe. "Ya gots him?" He asked, biting his lip and swinging his arms back and forth. "Uh, Mr. Prez? Why you doin' that arm swingin', lip bitin' thing?" Barack realized what he was doing and quickly stopped. He scratched the back of his neck and looked around. "Uh, I don't know, must be something I picked up from hanging around Mr. Fallon." DeQuan LaShawn looked confused. "Mr. Fallon? Since when did he do that?" "I don't..." Jimmy mumbled from the floor. Tim took another rock out of his pocket and chucked it at him. "No one asked your opinion!" Barack kneeled down next to Jimmy and inspected him closely. "He doesn't seem to be carrying any nuclear weapons, but we've heard that this man is very dangerous. Tim, take him back to the dungeon." Tim saluted Barack and began to drag Jimmy down the stairs when he suddenly started convulsing and fell to the floor. Foamy had injected him with some weird potion. Jimmy looked up at his wife. "Foamy...?" Foamy cried and picked Jimmy up. The four others appeared behind Foamy. "Jimmy!" They all said. "How did you guys find me?" Jimmy asked. "We heard a thud." Rachel said. "Yeah, it was super scary, I thought it was thunder or maybe another atomic bomb or something!" Maggie added. Foamy carried Jimmy over to a couch and put him down. Barack and the secret service agents didn't even know what was going on, because they were so busy staring at Tim, who was on the ground, still convulsing. "Get rid of it." Barack ordered. The secret service men carried Tim out to the dumpster. They came back in and asked Barack what to do about John Broberg. "Execute him. He serves no purpose to us." The secret service men walked over to the couch, where Foamy and Jimmy were sitting. DeQuan LaShawn took out his gun and pointed it at Jimmy. "Any last words, John Broberg?"
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Friends, Physics and Fallon
AlteleThis is the story of friends, a crazy teacher, and Jimmy Fallon. And a lot of other interesting stuff too. It's not supposed to make any sense. So enjoy!