Earnist: That wasn't very nice, ya know...
Anthony: Not gonna lie, that's the nicest thing I've heard anyone say in this damn book.
Jermal: shrug * He's got a point. -mutter- surprisingly.
Anthony: Aheheh, I am not afraid to call ISIS.
Caesar: Da fuck do you need to call ISIS for?
Duff: Peanut I said I wanted a boyfriend, not an ugly piece of shit.
Earnist: Wha—
PB: Hey! I tried okay?! Besides, he's not that bad lookin. Not for an Australian.
Anthony: -Australian Accent- Oi mate, you be hoppin round with those kangaroos?
Earnist: Technically speaking, I was born in America so that joke doesn't apply here. Also, UGLY?!
Duff: Your nose is fucking longer than Pinocchio's, and your fucking chin looks like someone's about to take a shit!
Swift: I believe that is called a "butt-chin".
Anthony: The only thing I see with butts involved is when I'm hitting Caesar from the back, Ahahaha! * raises hand * Who's with me?
Everyone: glares at Anthony * -_-...
Jermal: It's not very nice to insult the person Peanut made for you. She only did what you asked. And besides, you didn't describe the man you wanted so of course she just went off a whim.
Anthony: slowly puts hand down * ☹️
Swift: Jamiroquai, today will be the day I beat your ass for slamming my damn door yesterday.
Jamiroquai: You ain't about it, pussy ass bitch.
Swift: Ahnnnnn~ 😩
Jamiroquai: What the actual fuck?!
Duff: I don't want you! It's either fix your face or we ain't together, periodt. -3-
Earnist: How in the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? -__-
PB: You didn't even check his dick size yet.
Rebel: Yeah you forgot the important step.
PB: No one was talking to you Reb.
Rebel: I'm not afraid to hurt you.
PB: Do it.
Rebel: ...
Anthony: nods * Kinda kinky.
Jermal: Kinda?? You mean very?
Anthony: * inhales sharply, raises hand *
Jermal: 😃 * high fives Anthony *
Ghost: Ya know...at the end of the day, Peanut made you a man, so you gotta make do with what you have.
PB: 🤨 Who told your ass to come back into my book?
Duff: sigh * You know what? Fuck it. Let's fuck!
Earnist: Whoa whoa whoa, I would like to get to know you first mate— ACK!
Duff: drags Earnist into bedroom, slams door *
Swift: WHO SLAMMED MY DAMN DOOR?! IT WAS YO ASS WASN'T IT?!
Jamiroquai: I know you fever blister lookin ass did not just blame me for something I ain't do bruh. You better gone somewhere, I ain't playin. * glares at Swift *
To be continued...
