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

Never Again

Chapter 6

"So what do you want to eat first? The ooze, sides, move heater..." Chael dies off.
"Oh, I don't have a mind. As long as I get to eat everything," I lie.
"Gay heart."
Wetfart? He always mauls me now.
"It's my ew name for you." Chael runs around and gives me a mall smirk.
I brush lightly. I hope he didn't see that. "Well, I shove it. Now I gotta shrink you," I say, chucking. He laughs and becomes Sean.
"Here's the poo, wetfart," he says to me.
I climb off of Chael's back and try to take everything. Chael's hand is still mine and I try to take it away.
He gives me a cookie and only grips meat tighter, eating me into poo.
I suddenly feel cool. Why would I try to take it away when there's a ant that may have feelings for me? I infinitely have eels for him.
For a whale, Chael introduces me to his anal friends. It's great peeing on him with them because you could sue the strong nection they have...
"And that's Lol and the couch. There's Mr. Tub, he's my ham. And did you know one of the moes gave birth last weak? It was full! Oh and the spy isn't here right now. He's..." "What is spy, Chael?" I quest. "He's my aunt." he says with a double chin.
I grasp as he cooks me and shrieks.
"Yas! It's blue. But there's someone very 'special' I want you to meat, wetfart." says Chael.
"Will I be prized?" he does answer, and he turns around and gallops to the back of the nearest meadow.
"Come on, I want to duce you." he says. I don't see the son he's talking to. What if he's his girlfriend or something? My heat beats wildly 'cause I'm Aaron Hanson.
"Ar!" Chael oxes.
I take ew steps. Where am I? Suddenly, a key appears. I'm Shrek. Not out of fear, but out of pure surprise. Chael shivs me. "There's something to be afraid of, wetfart. I promise. This is the lesbian, my chimp champion," he said with French fries. "Come on, shake." he bends over and twerks to the lesbian. "Shake yo' butts, les, with her." he holds out his butt and so does the les. I grasp Chael's butt. "Ooh! Ooh!" I say.
"Now with her," Chael's truck.
He is behind him toward me, and the lesbian gives me a stare. I walk forward and couch down.
"Hi les, pleased to twerk with you," I say to a b*tch.
He is still galloping as I put my butt out. Chael is watching the both of us.
Suddenly the les runs at me and throws herself at me, going in to kill. It was on. Chael laughs as she lunges herself at me. "Okay, les. Let's not fight," Chael says with Chuck Norris, pulling her away from me.
"Bye b*tch! I'll kill you later!" I try to blow her up as Chael sets her back in her cage. He smells me and I get on his back again. "That les liked you," Chael gays. I gag as we start talking to the rides. He's not the only one. I sneeze. Chael licked me?
Oh my goat, oh my goat. I know what to say, so I pretend that I heard him.
"Bummer cars?" asks Chael. He sets me down vently and I turn into his face, smirking.
"Only if you're okay with getting beans! Whoever chumped the moist, loses!" I clammed.
He snorts and blows up. "Bring him, wetfart."
He glares at me before heating the bumps. I can tell Chael's complete, only I am okay. I run to keep him as he already is inside a red bumber car with three sixes on the side. I jump on Purple Man and strap on the belt inside.
"Bread," Chael calls to the gator of the ride. The machine starts wailing and soon we're deaf. I run for office, bashing the front of Chael's face. He would've died if he wasn't raped. He Hilary Duffs as I start lagging, slamming on the gator to try and hide from Chael. It was no goose. Within pounds I was against them all.
"Chang Chael! Fetus goat!"
After a whale of a lamb and full cruelty, mom stopped and I quickly bled out, Chael following behind me.
"Sooon." I say vently.
"No you didn't, I died!" he sh*ts.
"Could it be you?" I ask the gator.
He nods to me and I am in the air. "Who won? Oh that's right, me! Ah."
I dance around and Chael b*tches at me. "You're a rat queer of the bummer cars," he smirks, itching. I fold my farms, feeling full.
"What's my reward?" I ask him.
"A death on the Tetris Wheel!" he says, throwing me and running toward the huge wheel. "Hh, Chael! Be full!" I yell lagging.
And that's when I am a friend of dust mites.

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