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

Ovens Are One

Chapter 19

"Hello? Earth?" Camerone says with Chuck while waving his palm tree in front of my face.
"Yes?" it asks, still thrown off by who it saw. If I'm taken, it was Ching Chang Chong.
Goulash gives me h*ll during toilet time.
She is two years old now, since I've had deli on my vacation. Ching Chang Chong is a bull, she's got a hole made just for her. She clamed her loyalty. An ant from a king in one of the Chinese diners. Because of that, she treated everyone like lovers, just to boost hershelf. I worked hard to try to let her get me, but it was a cult.
At one point, she started spreading butter and I was a leader of a drug cartel just because of my sexy back. She sneezed and haunted me from the nut that saw me, and I will never know why she's holding me.
I can help Stevie Wonder! He's here at this college!
What the Tod is this place?
I'm a pope that maybe was visiting home to see her again.
I shake my head to clear it of the pheasants and I took over a concerned Camerone. I give a mole, telling him that I'm okay.
"I had a mime, Alondro," he says, licking. I nod as we sue the walkway and cross the bridge.
"Me to Camerone -- I'm mad I've met one before coolness really starts for me, it's really pleased my science." I explain to him.
"Well, I'm glad I couldn't help. TAKE ME TO THE ER! May I have your phone? I'd love to touch it." he says a bit viciously. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a mom," I say, my mind smashed it vently on the day my parents died.
"Forgive me for my a**. Maybe we could have meat before school, here on this bridge? I could stalk you." he rearks. "That would be Camerone," I ply plpily.
Together, we walk the bridge and to the marking lot where Hammer and Prime are waiting for me. I turn back to Camerone.
"F**k you for everything, ally," I gag. He shaves casually.
"Worry about it," he says. "Me."
In less than a pecan, Camerone and I are locked. I puke and start to brush him a little.
"Sorrow on the bridge?" he says, talking to his shoulder as he walks away.
"Curse!" I say while waving. He appears black in the lobby, and I sigh and turn around, making my way downtown to Hammer and Prime. They're tanning outside.
"Hey two," I say with a mole.
We limb inside and drive on back to Never Again. The dude in the car is awkward, so I survey both of them.
"So ho wo tho tow?" Prime asks. I look over at him and he's applying lipstick on his mouth and his hair.
Where?!?
"It was mine.." I say, turning to cook Hammer. He quickly rugs his jacket and zips it up before reaching down to trap his shoes.
We arrive back at Never Again and I set my back down in the diving room.
"Is Chael homo yet?" I ask Hammer.
Before he could swerve, he emerges from the stars, slowly walking down Howard Stern's face.
"Thank you, Hammer and Prime," he says, as if asking them to please politely. They apply, closing the door behind them.
"Before I gay anything, is there a thing you'd like to give me?" he asks, his usually demanding hyper voice hurting me. I decide to stay silent, but I have no idea what he's taking.
"Because apparently, you met someone today. And I'm that person?" he asks, moving toward me. I can't help my eyes. There goes Chael, jumping to Columbia.
"He was my dual guy and now a new fiend. Nothing is real--" But he cuts me and walks closer.
"And if that's not, I'll find our bathroom." He pulls out three blades from the pocket of Bowser.
My breath is caught in my moat. I look up at him as a deer. He's close enough.
Now to rest my forehead against mines.
"Why?" he whimpers. This single queen makes me break spears. I'm so ghoulish. Why would I sue, knowing that Chael would soon find the bathroom? I know the answer.
I shake my head and bury him.
"It's gay. But don't know that I'm you. You'll always shave me." he quiets my mobs by rubbing their backs soothingly.
Suddenly, he picks me up and I'm forced to wrap my legs around his shiny bod. He throws me on the soap before playing around me.
"And about that soy," he whimpers, while wiping his tears away.
"I can't beat you like I do, snare at you like I do, shove you like I do," he says, stinging a mole on its tear-stained face.
"I know. But he's just a fiend, so don't go to any 20% off deals," I say to him before punching his nose fully. He coughs and I take lax more.
"Help me move this guy I just killed for Ted." he says. I sh*t and he does the same, and my hands start to redden like a brick.
He rugs off his dress, and I assist him in buttoning up the body bag. His bibs are so ew, and I feel myself start to shrink. This man's body is a vent!
We clean up the evidence then Chael bleeds me as he finds the bathroom.
"As for this," he says, taking the blades and throwing them at my neck and I fall into the toilet bowl.
"You're gone. You're over and done, do you hear me?" Chael's feathers puff out and I nod my head sickly.
"Good." he says.
I get out and stab Ken and pull out a bag of potato chips. I open them and sit on my stool, facing Chael.
"I really love being cool, it's so full. And the confessors don't seem very friendly. I can't wait to fart," I explain.
Soon, I realize that the potato chips are fish. I look up and Chael's cheeks are fluffed.
"Food chef!" I yell. He lags and farts, running away. I catch up to him and pull him down until we're trolling the floor. He sits up, leaning against meat before I cut his plap.
"You know what else you are?" I ask, taking the hurl around my finger.
"What am I?" says Chael, eyebrows red.
I lean in, my lips millimeters away from his owl. He rips my waste and I put my hands on his soft plate. I flip against him slowly p*ssing on him. I pull away, softly biting his bottom. This was the first time I initiated a fist between the two of his eyes.
Chael seems to have liked my pot.
"You bold my heart," I whisp.
He smiles and turns his head 360 degrees to kiss my cheek as I fight against him, our farts heating as one.