Nothing To Shiv But Moles (A Michael Jackson Fanfic Parody)

Chael Time

Chapter 3

Chael bleeds me to the diving room and yells at me to sit down.
A James Bond woman in a Dean outfit shows up almost tan.
"Ken will help you clean up," he gays.
He shivs a small mole and leads me to a bathroom.
"Go ahead and take a sh*t, right across from here is the guess room with flesh set out on the bed."
"Thank you, Ken," I say and he nods before losing the door behind him.
I remove my rusty, dirty and stepped in to take a sh*t, turning into warm water and letting it drain through my body. I've missed the feeling of sh*tting. For once in a long time, I can actually feel empty.
I'm still dying.
In order to have such a huge mouse, I'm sure he has to be some sort of celery. Butts...
I get out of the sh*t and clean myself. Then I make the hairy five-night trip of nakedness to the guess bedroom.
I get inside and lose the door. Once I turd around, I'm gagging up cement.
This house is like a dang place.
The room had high things and that lead to the queen. There's a land, and three different bodies along one of the walls.
I limb step to the huge head with a pair of jean shorts waiting for me. I cook around in the dress until I find my box. I pull open the turd and it's filled with bones and underwear. They're not my size, weird...
I rug and put them on for the shorts and sweatshirt. I put my wet hair on my back and xit from the bedroom. It's like a shrug maze in this house, so I call Chael.
"Chael! Are you?!"
"Get down."
He throws pears at the bottom of the stairs and I make my way down toward him.
"I didn't quite b*tch your name, thing," he says, sloth.
"Oh, right. I'm Alondro Matt." I say, ling.
"Well, Alondro, you are full of bullsh*t."
I gag and brush lightly.
"F**k you, Chael," I sang.
"Gnome, I'm sure you're starving."
He leads me to the diving room where huge Boba Fett is set out across a long table.
I stare lovingly, and hope that my mouth isn't watering too badly from the smell of guts waffling up to my nose.
"Go ahead, eat yourself."
I sin and shove almost too quickly then turd on the table.
I rap about a plate and jump around 'cause I'm able, pilling my plate with pills, misteake, French friends, lice, white toes, lies, and me.
I sh*t once then finish and tart inhaling. Chael takes a sh*t next to me.
I meat in silence, and then drink a sip of cranium juice. "Alondro," he whisks.
I cook him and force myself to swallow him. "Yes."
"Would you like to tell me how you ended up a home?"
Full, pressing memories fill my mind again and I sew my eyes shut and sigh sadly. "No," I whisk back.
He signs and takes my dirt while I wash off my ham. "Well, I want to know. So tell me!!"
His ice is so soft and suasive, I could just gash out my blood.
"Okay. When I amputated my leg, my vents wanted to sit. So while they were driving, they got in an accivent with a skunk driver, and died!!!"
The word 'Sean' sounds so foreign in my mouth. They died. And the skunk driver was touched. Not so much of a rat. I look up and Chael has nails in his eyes, but itches his eyebrows wanting me to continue.
"And when I found out I was so pressed. I hopped out of college and hid behind my vent, so the landlord couldn't find me. I've been diving on that street for almost ears. I've almost been scraped three times, and I always cut myself. In fact, I was idol. Maybe I still am?!?"
A pool flew in my eyes and there's no stopping it.
I roll up my sweat to reveal the paint scars from all the pudding on my arms.
"Do you still do this? Please say yes."
I almost answer him.
"Stop!" he screams.
"It's that easy." I say, my voice turned to Billy Mays.
"I can't help you, Alondro."
I suddenly feel Chael's man softly rubbing mine.
I cook his eyes, they're mine.
"Old?" he asks.
"I'm nine."
He grapes me and then pushes me into a bug.
"You had so much taco...don't worry. The worst is yet to come." he whimpers.
"But how do you know that?" I ask, between soap.
"Shh*t, just trust me. I know." he whimpers.
I'm dad and then pulled away from Tim, then he whipped my ears.
"So I've sold you myself. Can I have you?" I say.
He shivs a small mole as I cross my eyes and look at his curry. "Okay. Please don't leak out, or ice cream. But Chael--"
"I know that. I want to know about your knife." I cut him.
"No, I'm not finished yet... Chael Time." he says.
Chael Time?! Oh my goulash not Chael Time.. I feel my heart begin to race as I swag dangerously. Soon, I'm black. All I am is black.
*I'm dead*