"Beebo, I love you."
"Get away from my man, you dirty whore!" Ryan screams, shoving Dallon onto the floor.
"Not this again," Spencer says rolling his eyes when the two start throwing punches. "Bren, you know what to do."
Brendon nodded, use to this. He open his forehead compartment and pulled out a dog biscuit. Bitches love that shit. Literally.
"Who's a good boy?" Brendon said in a enthusiastic voice.
At these words, both Dallon and Ryan stopped punching each other and instantly perked up.
"Who's a good boy?" Brendon asked again, and this time, both boys got off of each other and moved closer to Brendon, sniffing the air.
"I am! I am!" Dallon said, pawing at Brendon's leg.
"No, I am! Me! me!" Ryan exclaimed louder.
"Okay, you both are, so here you go." Brendon broke the biscuit in half and tosses the parts to the anxious boys.
Later, they participated in a threesom. Doggie style, of course.
The end. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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