Reagan Finally Wins The Bet

Myke The Victim? Nahh..

As everyone got off the plane, Yn accidently stepped on Myke's tentacle, causing him to shout out, "Ow! You just stepped on my tentacle you fucking queer!" Glenn started to laugh, as did everyone else but Reagan. "Shut up."

"What'd you say daddy issues?" Myke glared at her.

"I said shut up! You don't get to talk to people that way just because your permanently single!" Reagan shouted. Everyone gasped and Myke balled up a tentacle, raising it to punch Reagan.

"You better think twice about that." Yn said and stepped in between them. Myke laughed but stopped once he saw Gigi and even his best friend Andre step with Yn. "Oh whatever you fuckin' Jew, I can't have and fun around here anymore." He said and angrily walked off.

They searched for a whole before finding one of the cheeseheads walking down the road.

"Myke the the shot." Yn said. Myke pointed his tentacle and spat some weird goo, making the cheese head scream and melt into the sidewalk.

"Super-Jizz!" Andre laughed and high five Myke.

Reagan and Yn walked along eachother quietly, not really talking, more or less enjoying eachothers company.

Eventually Yn decides to break the silence and turns to Reagan. "So I heard your mom wrote a book."

"Ugh don't get me started on that, all she does is go on and on about how my dad was horrible at sex." Reagan groans and face palms.

Yn laughed and pats her head softly. "Alright, I' sorry." Reagan froze for a minute from the sudden touch and looked away, trying to conceal her red face.

Yn's POV.

I see a cheesehead climbing up the wall and  see it drip spit all over Myke mushroomy-head. I elbow Reagan gently and poin tto it, and soon the whole team is cracking up.

"What's so funny?" Myke asks, spinning around just as the cheese head drops more Salvia on him. Andre drops to tje ground and points up, and Myke screams like a little girl before Reagan shoots it, causing it to fall on top of Myke.

"It's on my dick it's on my dick!" He shouted, making everyone laugh harder. Glenn laughed so hard snot blew out of his blow hole, and once the tram finally stopped laughing Myke was pissed. "How much longer do we have to be here?" He asked impatiently.

Reagan pulled out her cheese tracker and aimed it around.

"There's two more to kill and then we should be go to go."

Myke groans and trudged along quietly, still embarrassed about the "It's in my dick!" Past situation.