Hol Horse murders Scut Farkas

JOJO CHRISTMAS STORY SPECIAL!?

"Oh come on dude!" A teenage Flim said to his childhood friend. The guy who makes anime art or something had been sitting on the living room floor with his friend Hol Horse. He was questioning why the hell Hol Horse was SMOKING WEED in his room. "You can't do that here! My boyfriend and mom are gonna be here in like FIVE minutes! I don't want you blazing a joint in my house!"

"Why not bro?!" Hol Horse asked with a raised eyebrow. The teenage cowboy was coughing a little bit as he put away the joint. A stupid little smile on his face. "It's not like I care whatsoever! Dude, I really need this man! It's loud AF!"

Flim stared at Hol Horse like how Walter White stared at Jesse Pinkman when he asked for his half.

"At MY house? In my living room when MY MOM is coming home with my boyfriend as well. And also in the 1940s where marijuana is banned in all states? You're going to smoke that despite ALL OF THAT?"

"YES FLIM! YES!" Hol Horse yelled while eating Swedish fish. "Look, I'd literally had some weird kid bother me with some BB for five hours straight and Jotaro acting like an emo dude for five hours and mentioning Mark Heathcliff. Can't I get a break?"

"Yeah sure, but you can't be smoking in my ho-" Flim stopped, the dude narrowing his eyes. "Wait a damn second! Did you mention a kid with a BB gun? And Mark Heathcliff?"

Hol Horse nods, "Yeah man, why?"

Flim had a light bulb appear on his head as he looked at the cowboy in front of him. As he clicked his tongue.

"Dude, I know that kid! His name's Ralphie, I bet he's kind of annoying too. But all kids are!" Flim said, a little smirk on his face. "I heard he as well as some other kid are having some issues with some guy named Scut Farkas... He's an arsehole and we MAY have problems with him,"

"Why?" Hol Horse asked with a raised eyebrow.

Flim took a deep breath and sighed. He hears the sound of a car roll down his garage.

"Because his dad's WOODROW WILSON!"

Hol Horse gasped, "OH NO! HOLY SH-"

"Hey! Language Hol Horse!" Said a feminine voice. Flim knew who this was. It was his mom, standing there with pink skin and a nun outfit, her frown slightly big as she looked at the cowboy. "Anyways, hey sweetie! I'm back from the grocery store!"

Hol Horse gasped, "SARVENTE IS YOUR MOM FLIM? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"

"Uhh yeah, why?" Flim asked, getting up and raising an eyebrow at him. Before walking over and hugging his mom. "Hey, mom! I missed you! When's Dad going to show up?"

"He won't show up until tomorrow," Sarvente (Films mom, it is canon now.) Said, "He's been working so much as of late in the police department with Lt. Thatcher Davis and Jonathan Joestar. I wonder when he'll even come back soon!"

"Oh come on, that's sad!" Flim said, giving his mom one squeeze before letting go. "I don't get him sometimes. But I think we'll be fine. Wait, where's Postal Dude?"

Sarvente giggled and kissed her son's forehead. "Oh, your boyfriend? Don't worry sweetheart! He says he's going to come soon! He told me on the phone that he picked up Jotaro and Mark before heading here. Now I'm going to go and make some cookies! You and your friend Hol Horse do whatever! Just don't buy METH like last time!"

"Trust me, Mom, we won't!" Flim said with a smile. Staring daggers into Hol Horse, who was shouting slang in Italian for some reason. "No drugs, okay Hol Horse?"

"But I LOVE DOING DRU-"

"Do you really want me to call the cops on you? Trust me I'll tell, my husband's a cop!" Sarvente said, also glaring daggers into Hol Horse.