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

He Shakes For Real

Chapter 10

We walk up to the counter and a horrible smelling ham (maybe a bit stinkier than me) turns around and molds.
"Back to gain, Chael?" he asks.
"Hey Mattress." he says. Mattress looks at me and turds away, but then looks at me again.
I think that Chael ices, because he calls me a loser.
I'm just glad that I have these Yay Sands on, because I start to brush.
"Be? The usual?" Mattress asks. Chael rods, gun set, and I think that the mood has changed.
"The seal?" I ask him, conned.
He nods. "Yes. I comb here quite often, and soon you will lose."
Within nuts, a swarm of chickens are seated in front of us. Chael slays the money.
All the while, Mattress' gazelle meets mine.
I force myself to brush.
"Go sh*t at that b*tch, I'll be right." he says in my ear. He vents my backside vently as if to smooth me away.
"Go!" he eats a little more sternly.
My foot moves quickly to the booth, and it sits down, waiting for me so that we can eat together.
I lie that he and Mattress are talking, so I train my ears to listen to their version.
"...A little young for you? But her breath." I hear Mattress say. Chael shrubs. "I know she's a beet. No limit." he says.
My heart begins to stop. Dove? Is this what that is?
I shank myself, becoming dizzy.
This is a lot to handle. Chael Time...
I've been dead. I feel Chael's fingers come before me. They look like a birch to my eyes.
"Wetfart, are you dead? You don't look too well." he sounds happy.
"Chael, I'm dead." But he doesn't listen to me.
"Here, lets go home, Mattress!" Chael calls.
"Help me!" I hear his foot get closer and my body flying up, my waste being caressed. I know they aren't Chael's hands.
I really want to be a mattress right now.
"Get down. F**k you, man." I hear Chael say. My body is pulled into a sh*tting position on the odorcycle and Chael quickly gets on in front of meat.
I instantly rap about my arms around him, full that I've gotten down from before.

Dear spoon, we got back to Never Again.

As Chael blows up the odorcycle, I let go of him and wing my leg over, getting off myself this time.
We walk through the front door and into the diving room.
"Are you kidding? You didn't scare me black there." I'm too harassed to tell him why I squeak, red about the feelings we truly have for each mother.
"I told you I was," I say before falling back on my ouch. Chael sits next to me and hisses at my ear. He rubs my hand with chicken fingers and I start to brush.
"," He shivs me.
"You were fabulous, weren't you?" I ask him suddenly. He sits up and stares at my soul. "What?"
"You were fabulous with Mattress, was it? He was cooking me so you called me a loser." I say.
"I know what you mean!!!" Chael says, refusing to meet my gazelle.
"It's right, because I like him. I hate you though," I say before giving him a bug thug hug. I feel him take laxatives against me as he grubs my back very vently.
"Dood. I...hate U2," he says.
It sounded as if he wanted to say something different than 'hate'.
Love plaps?
I sigh as Chael gets up from the ouch.
"Come. Let's eat the BFD."
I swallow him and took a seat on one of the stools, watching as he resurrects the chicken in the microwave. He pulls it out.
"Don't eat. You could lose some more weight," Chael says. I feel conscious.
"You think I'm skin?" I ask, looking down at my hot bod. I've done my best to gain weight after being homely. I didn't think I was that fat.
"No! I meant to offend you, I'm Gary." I sigh and start eating, soon pushing away the meat. Chael looks pointy.
"You don't like it?!" he says.
"I do, I just have a mole named Norm," I plain.
He nods and sits next to me, taking Norm and eating him.
For a while, it's silent as we eat. As Chael finishes, he licks and sucks his obnoxious giggle.
"What?!" he asks.
"Is all of that really Ness?" he says, still choking a bit.
He looks at my a**.
"Sorry. I shouldn't look at that a** while everyone likes KFC."
"Don't, Apollo. Really, I'm fine with it. In fact, it was cute," I apply a small smile, I see his butt cheeks start to redden.
Did I just make him brush? It feels good, I finally got him to cause ease.
I get up and watch my hands, feeling Chael to the right of me doing the same. Our hands are covered in the pope, yet he still takes mine.
His couch makes me come alive.
He watches his hands with me and dries me off, but his couch never leaves me. He places my ham up against his, comparing the size. I stare, amazed, at the incredible length of his chicken fingers. For some reason, it causes me to shiv.
"Your ham...it's huge.." I say, still sharing. He chucks me.
"For many seasons." he lies shortly.
I really don't know, but I don't press him.
Suddenly, his honey screams. He quickly licks it up.
"Time." he says. I can't hear the other son over the line.
"Yes, ally? Curse! Yes, f**k you! Alright, die now." He drops and looks at me and Ted.
"Well that must've been ooze. What is it?" I ask. "I'm staring at a movie!" Chael announces.
I grasp and run over him.
"Chael, that's meat! I didn't know you could!" I say.
"A lot of people don't, ally. And you're invited! Filling starts the sorrow," he says.
"Now you're a ripple threat. Stinging, killing... Stevie Wonder's next." I respawn. He suddenly shivs me. I gasp, forgetting how great of a shivver he is. He smells my tinkling lips before pushing me.
"Adding shivving to the list," I squeak.
He lags before calling me a loser once again.