Hark! Another person has sputtered out their compressed air for the final time.. People are turning into aerosol cans and Mother Pomskilly seems to be caught up in the middle of it! Journey with our babygirls and men: Mother Pomskilly, a quirky goss...
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BAZINGA!
Desk-kun waddles as best he can over to the oak end-table (whom he privately referred to as Oak End-table senpai) as his desk legs scrape horrendously against Vigil's expensive laminated floors. He screams in Italian and cries to his mom (Penance who hates him and begrudges his existence and is not his real mom).
Ray Shitama the Hydrogen Bomb Princess flies with his perfect wings and brings himself to the mind that got himself started. There, he throws a robin and in the deep ass layer Y=11 (diamonds) he sees an awfully dressed boy and stunningly dressed girl in rock coloured school uniform.
They emerge from a hole with several spoons in hand.
"Oh HILLARY, my platonic girlfriIIIEEEEENNND (gay), we finally reached a cave system instead of more lava and rocks!" says the grating yet mysterious voice.
"We had to go steal spoons from the cafeteria 294017 times!" Says the dull yet mysterious voice.
The grating yet mysterious voice laughs gratingly, like a cheese grater. "AHAHAHAHA WOHOHOHOHOHO, HILLARY YOU ARE HILARIOUS! It surely was only TWO times that we went to get spoons?"
"No Macaroni, you are so fucking stupid (jk! ehe!) go commit die, go die. Go back to Purgatory and keep your fucking spoons. Hahaha! Jus kidding bestiiieee~!" Says the dull yet mysterious voice apparently belonging to "HILLARY".
The grating yet mysterious voice apparently belonging to Macaroni all of a sudden connects with the visual cones and whatever in Ray Shitama the Hydrogen Bomb Princess' eyes and he sees the two peeps: Macaroni and HILLARY.
"This situation is NOT ideal." says the HBP Ray Shitama.
He takes a good look at this Macaroni and HILLARY.
HILLARY is a 12" woman who appears around 19, although who knows in this day and age AM I RIGHT LADS? and has emo grey hair floofin around all over the cave. She holds several spoons and a luminous green can of "Hill Dew". The grey visors on her head do nothing to hide her extremely frown face.
Macaroni has height similar to Jacqueline's moles yet somehow sucks all the air, goodwill, energy and space out of the cave. His obnoxious outfit is plastered in pastel colours and grey in an infuriatingly disgusting display of incompetence. The course hair on his legs poke through his socks and skirt and Ray Shitama the HBP imagines that part of the reason it took so long to dig out of the ground with spoons is due to the friction of Macaroni's legs slowing them down. He has a propeller hat that Ray Shitama KNOWS feels like a dog toy and it flattens yet frizzes his macaroni coloured hair. Behind those ashen grey visors are a pair of insane red eyes. Nothing else can describe it. You jus have to see for yourself.
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(follow on titter/X- staccyyyyy gayymin)
The group lamented. They wanted to speak, they wanted to think, they wanted to carry out their dreams. But each loop they lived through, their standards inside them, the line they drew of them, lowered to the earth, the group lamented once again, questioning why their voice stuttered, they questioned why the truth never mattered, and they questioned why desk-kun was such a natural born genius. In the endless inferno they rose counter clockwise and reloaded.
Ray Shitama struggles not to hurl but as a BIG strong man who lifts and the HBP himself he is good and invites them to the surface.
"Hey guys, want to escape this place? I think some vitamin D would make you guys SWELL."
"Omg finally!" says HILLARY.
"YATTA!!" Macaroni flutters his eyelashes extravagantly, placing a hand over his heart as if swooning in gratitude. "Oh, my dearest Hydrogen Bomb Princess, allow me to pour out my overflowing gratitude like a never-ending shower of macaroni! 🍝💣 Thank you, oh benevolent ruler, for freeing me from the depths of that cave, and opening the door to a world of fabulousness! May your explosions be as glorious as ever! 💥🎆"
Ray Shitama bumbling sex. Ray Shitama proceeds to pretend that Macaroni never said that and takes them out of the cave.
Back in Buckstars, the gang tm are trying to stop Desk-kun from reaching Oak End-table senpai by doing nothing because he can't move. They turn around and see Ray Shitama, sparkling away, a dull yet mysterious 12" girl and some disgusting pest wearing a dog toy propeller hat.
Macaroni stands before the gang, arms spread wide in dramatic flair, like a ringleader of flamboyance."Welcome, gather 'round, oh fabulous gang of ours! Brace yourselves for a tidal wave of sass and macaroni galore! I, Macaroni, your fabulous emcee, shall sprinkle this gathering with oodles of pizzazz and an extra helping of style!"
Everybody raises their weapons but HILLARY stops them.
"Woah wah woah!" says HILLARY. "Calm down. I know he's annoying as fuck, has atrocious fashion sense, daddy issues and is all around awful but he's my friend. We are BESSSTIIE YAAS so I can't let you kill him."
Macaroni does the thing where you put your hand to your chest and go "AWWW" and then looks JOYfully at the gang tm.
Macaroni strikes a pose, hands on his hips, head tilted to the side as he begins his flamboyant self-description."Describe me? Oh, darling, buckle up! Picture this: a whirlwind of color, sass, and a heart that bursts with macaroni-fueled panache! I'm a walking, talking extravaganza, a cross between a whirlwind and a fashion statement wrapped in a flurry of laughter. With eyes that sparkle like mischief and a smile so bright it could light up the night, I am the embodiment of pizzazz incarnate! 🌈✨"
Mother Pfooly punches him but he starts crying and its worse.
Macaroni looks genuinely hurt and a hint of sadness creeps into his eyes. He blinks rapidly, trying to hold back tears, and his lower lip quivers slightly. Then, with a quivering voice, he responds:"A punch... It hurts. And not because of the physical pain, no. It aches more deeply than that. It stings my heart and leaves a bruise on my soul. Why must others resort to violence instead of embracing the beauty of friendship and understanding? 😢💔"
Miss Clean looks at him in anger. "The old days of chasing down shadows all that remains are vague memories and all that's in my hands is ash dust I have run all without rest those times gon by that have me choked up a long long ways memories I want to fucking kill myself, angry emoji, fire emoji."
Macaroni is too stupid to understand what she just said and retreats behind HILLARY.
"So, who are you?" says Sasha (having a bad hair day).
"I'm Hillary. Call me Hillary. Please stop screaming my name. its JUST Hillary." says Hillary. to Ray Shitama the HBP.
