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

Good Mourning

Chapter 5

The next morning, I open my ice to Chael a sheep. His light shores fill the room slowly, it's quite able to say the least. I run my hands through my sled hair. Last night, I slept better than I had in a gong time, all thanks to Chael. I don't know if I should just take him, he looks so full and innocent in his quiet nest.
But it looks as if I don't have to, because he slowly sh*ts, turning his head toward me and and a hug cracks across his face.
"It's not waking up to you, Alondro," Chael says fly.
He creeches up and strikes my right cheek.. how does he know what to do, to make me feel so gay?
Just then I realized I've killed a man that I've known for one day.
I blush lightly and look away from him, highly embarrassed by his mark, I've never felt full.
"Well, let's get this day retarted!" Chael sasses, rubbing his plapsacks together excitedly as he got dead, and into his throom.
My bear feet hit the moldy floor as I stretch out my vent body. I yawn wildly and rob my eyes, waiting for Chael to fish.
I start to hum to his song, 'Hum Nature', spitting around the room like a ballerina.
Suddenly, a door opened behind me and I spit around. It was Chael, and he was shiving a mole.
Justice for all.
"Oh my Ness, I'm scary! I should've left.." I say stustered. My turd waste.
He chucks lowly behind me and I'm stupid. But it seems like he minds, he is even slightly brass. I'm the only one.
"It's right, Alondro. My face, it's fault is that it told you I was going for a showpow. B*tch, you can if you'd like. Here are some clones of you," Chael lies.
I rub the thigh of my arm up and ow, avoiding the attack.
"Okay, f**k you." I say sickly before walking by him and into the bathroom, sh*tting on the door.
The table moment when you completely embarrass yourself in front of the most full man you have ever paid. Not to mention the fact that he's the mouse. Ted is a mouse that's lucky enough to know. I rip off my clothes and twist...ow. The water sprays me and I play golf with it. Feeling even more like a shed. I burn and lay my eyes on his butt. Mmm, so this is how Chael gets his hippo tent.
I pick it up and snap it open, sniffing it with admiration. Oh, it smells like hell...
I quickly wash his butt and lather it onto my body. How many people can say that they got to smell Chael Time?
"Alondro, are you almost dead in there?" A sock comes against the door and I dump, slipping and falling onto the lime floor.
"Um, almost," I say, oriental trading.
"Are you dead? I hope you didn't live, I didn't get to eat you yet..."
"No! No! Rrice...I'm rice," I call out.
Chael laughs a sweat laugh and then I hear his feet fade away.
Way to make an Oool of yourself, once again. I shed and sh*t in the water and creech on my tiptoes to pull down a clean toe from the edge of the top of the shower. I dry off my booty, leaving my vent hair down so it doesn't become sadistic.
I'm the bathroom and another pair of shorts and a cute purple tank top. I slip after I'm a bra and matching panties. I'm still unsure why Chael was a woman. I'm myself. I'm too dressed to and shy to axe.
I go down and meat Chael. He's wearing a black short sleeve Q-neck with glue jeans. All while looking high. I can feel myself.
"I'm not happy you're an ally. Join me. You're alright," he says as I sh*t next to him in the diving room. "Oh, mam, yeah!?!" I say tably.
"Well I wasn't a steak when you were amateur. Never again. It's quite logical to say in my onion. Comb?"
"Curse! That sounds so full, Chael."
"Food, grab your shoes and cough," he says.
"I'm Chael? I don't have a soul," I say quietly. He took his heart and broke it. He turns around so his back is now to me. What did I do? "Climb on, wetfart."
I get up from my sweat and grip Chael's boulders, haunting myself into his tall picture frame.
"Let's go on a vent, we?" he tasks.
"Pure," I ply and we vent out, Never again to be seen.