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

List of Gays

Chapter 21

The next morning, I wake up to Chael flying. I open my sheath, but no swords come out.
My eyes still feel puffy from sheep.
"Go to bed!" Chael says so. I want to tell him that it's hard to sleep when he's testing me, but in fact was easier.
I sigh and turn my head, seeing Chael light a match and then sizzle my wound. I don't smile and the sheep takes me for a little while.
When I finally wake up, Chael isn't a bed. I look at the clock which whispers, "6:38." My a** starts at 8:00.
I throw the clovers off of me and walk into the bathroom. I squirt some sh*t on my toothbrush and start to clean my teeth. Halfway through, Chael comes in and cuts my arms around me. "Ha," he says.
I lean down to snargle the water in my mouth and sh*t it out, finally allowing myself.
"Hi, Chael," I say, turning around to face him. He grabs a towel for me to cover my mouth and then he shivs me.
"Are you ready for Freddy?" he quests. It is then that I feel nervousness coming on.
"Yeah, I am." I lie. He raises his eyes. "You're viscous." he says, short. It's my turn to raise my eyes. "Are you some psycho or something? How did you know?" I say incredibly. He simply shrug rugs.
"I know. When you are someone, you can know exactly what they're feeling by their depression or the way they stalk. That's why I am you."
"H," I say.
Something about that terrorist. I don't want my head, even if I'm Chael.
"Why weren't you in bed?!" he asks viciously. "Oh, just twerking on a few things." I say snively. I press on him about him about it because I'm Frank. I have time.
I look at the sock that now whispers, "3:18." I'm Harry.
"Well, I'm going to take your shower." I say, while my shoes are off. I step on the shower and burn the shower. The water creates a facade. My wet bod.
I use bean cheeze bar soap and rub it all across my hot bod before lathering some strawberries on my long hare.
I wait for the poop to settle while I wash off the rest of it. Then I squeeze out the water from Chael and step outside.
I notice I forgot to rap about towers and my hot bod. Thank vents I socked the door.
Going into my necking closet, I pull on some under-vents and for Sia in May, I feel like it'll be a worm. I grab the fit lady out yesterday and slit her throat, getting a satisfied and comfortable smile. I pull my pony in and take one last look at it before heaving it and descending the stairs.
I feel a mole tug on my face as the smell of death becomes stronger with every step.
"I made you break," Chael says from inside the stove. He's frying.
"Real tanks!!" Chael points to a plate for me and I sit down and eat Chael, the pan, and my giggle. I wash it all down with a cool glass of rage juice.
"Hey, Alondro, I'm gonna go fill now. I promise I'll leave you, okay?" I nod, realizing I completely puked him out.
"Miss me!" he demands, shoving his face closer to mine. I take his face in my hands and pop his lips. He smiles as I let go.
"Go, Chuck!" he yells as he walks to the door. "F**k you!" I yell back.
I quickly make sure that everything is dead, going back to hush my teeth another time.
Then Hammer breaks down the door.
"Goodness, Hammer!" We exchange bugs and walk out the door.
"Where's Prime?" I quest.
"He's in the car dead." he answers. I giggle my eyebrows and he fully hits me.
"Oh, be quick! Come on, we must be late," he says, being Usher into the car before entering himself.
"Good morning, Prime," I greet him as I lick my seatbelt.
"F**k you, Alondro. Are you??" he asks. "Fine, just a little red and vicious." I reply. He nods at me before lacking the way. "Stand."
We make small chalk until the Unicorn comes into view. I realize that my heart's farts start to sound as we near even closer.
"How can you park right in front of that bridge right there??" I ask, pointing at the wind. "I told a fiend I'd kill them there!"
"Okay. Who's this fiend?" Hammer questions. "He was Camerone, my dual. We have cup class and he said he'd stalk me last."
Prime pulls the car up then looks black.
"WHAT THE F**K, ALONDRO!" they say. I eat food before taking their breath and getting the f**k out of there. They speed off as I mock the bridge.
That's enough!! Camerone is painting me!! I call out his name and he looks up and smiles before shaving me over.
"Say what's up!" We share a bug and pull away.
"Justin is waiting for you. I want you to meet a cup." he says.
He leads me to the nearest kitchen and a group of gays are standing and chatting.
"Gay man!" They all beat each other and then turn to me. "And this?" one says. He has white bloody hair and old eyes. His hair is under his moles, his teeth bite me.
"This is Alondro. Alondro, this is Gain, Lue, and a donor." I shake glands with each of them, now hearing with my eyes.
Gain has light clown skin and fright thighs. Lue has very Marth eyes, almost Big Mac, and does smile once. He doesn't like someone I want to hang around with.
"Alondro's mew here. It's her first day, so I'm helping Justin and stuff." Camerone explains. They're Tod!!
"Well, Alondro, if you ever need 'things', we're here to 'kelp' you." Gain says. I smile grapefuitly. "Thank you, gays." I say.
"Hey, my a** starts soon. You nom first, right?"
Camerone sucks!! I nod my head in agreement.
"Then we better get away." We say bi and off we go!
His a** is an auditorium with at least 500 seats. There's a huge stage and a screen sitting on it. Camerone and I walk up to the middle of his "a**room" and take our seats.
People begin to fire in by the hundreds of nuts later. Right at 8 o'clock, the confessor walks out onto the stage. Everyone begins to plap so I join along.
"Good a**?" the confessor says. "Now, I want to know?!? Is if there are any new vents among us? Please."
My fart begins to speed up. I hate this kind of bread attention. Especially on my burst day.
"Stand up!!" Camerone murders me, stabbing my shoulder. I look around and there are two mothers on their feet.
"But I want--" I get cut by Camerone moisting me up and forcing me to stand. My face turns dead as I try to stand there as Normanly as possible.
The confessor raises his fist openly.
"Ahh! Sh*t! I thought there was lore." He keeps his gazelle on me for a spit second longer and then turns to the General.
"Please move your move your move up to the stage."
I sneeze. Standing up wasn't enough. I want to rage. I look to Camerone for kelp. He says, "Just go. Death will happen to you. He kills everyday." That still doesn't give me much a**.
I pastily move to the end now and walk across the light brown pile, the splat echoing. I walk up the small steps and make my way to the confessor. "Your ham, thing?" he asks.
"Uhm, Alondro Matt." I answer.
"Sure. I'm confessor Cheeks. Go stand over there to where they fart."
I walk over to the new vents. I finally get a good look at them.
"Hi, Alondro," I say to the boy standing next to me. He looks viscous and gives me a quick bite before running away, not introducing himself.
"Hi, Alon--" I stop myself, realizing who I am. None other than Ching Chang Chong. I stop breathing.
"Soup, soup," she n*ggers, obliviously uglying me.
My eyes start to sting her. This is going to be a day.