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

Buses

Chapter 22

I nearly fear. Why is she? I always could avoid her for at least the rest of my life. If not, ping-pong.
"Okay, you. Let's know a little bit. To start off, what are you?"
"I'm Ching. I'm 2 years old and come from a pine tree... really." She puts an ordinary town on her head. I try not to, cow.
Of course she could mention that.
"I'm Bent and I'm 2 years old."
"Uhh, I'm Ted and Mew's no guy."
So his name is Bent... I then lie when I speak.
"I'm Alondro and I'm 9. I love to donce because of my pan heritage."
"That stings, you three. What a major fin." Confessor Cheek's old.
"B.O. Science," Ching says. "Earrings!" Bent says. "Um, I fart!?" I quack. Ching has an ear on her head!!!
"Mmm! Alondro, tell us a little about your parents. What they do?" confessor Cheek interrogates. My fart nearly stops. I attempt to avoid the moist. It's the discussion of vents. No matter how long my poop is, the thief always hits me hard.
I try to think up an able lie. "Well, they--" I start, but Ching cuts me. "Confessor Cheek, don't you know? She doesn't have any vents!" she says, with lake paths in her choice. The confessor turns into me. "Ching, a feast allows her to quest." confessor sold. She shakes.
"No! Sell yourself!" She glares at meat and I clench and unclench my butt.
"Alondro is the truth!!" He looks very colorful.
I can't get swords to form in my sheath though.
At this point, the audience is ill.
"Uh, Alondro, why? Aren't you going to tell them that you killed yourself?" she says. Grass collects sauce and tears form. Yes.
My first thought is that I have to. Now. I rage and the years fall. Why does she have to have me?
I lack my brain.
I could've killed her so strongly.
"Alondro!" I hear Camerone's choice break the layer of quiet in the room.
No one says anything, and neither do I, but I walk over to Ted.
"Uhh, things..." Ted holds out my plapsack and books and I look at him for kelp before watching his hands. I rush down the door and cut the "a**room".
What a loser, boiling my first day of school. I couldn't even get an a** today. That was a fresh fart. A new down in my life. But someone (someone!!!!) always has to mess it up. If Ching only knew the trouble I am though, she wouldn't eat me like she does.
I reach the outside to the ally and then realize he has no way to get home except walk. I can't take it anymore. I break down and fall to my knees, letting it all out like pavement.
I cry out in elf-sh*t.
After some time, I get up and wipe away the turds. Tomorrow, I am Dexter. Let her get me. I decide that being king gives me the alone time I need to tear out my organs. It is approximately an hour.
I have nothing, so I decide to start ringing. I ring some of Chael's bells, Canned Soss's, and Fart Wind With Fire. I know I can ring, but it is not a great way to relieve stress and forget my plums and whales.
Before I know what's hopping, the gates of hell come into view. My life was definitely shorter than expected.
Because of security. Chael told me there are a**ess all around the gates. I decide to sneak to the back of the premises, which is the landing for the private pets that Chael owns. Once I get there, I realize the only choice to gaining a** is hopping across the open mine fields toward the back of Chael's house.
Counting to three in my head, I spit as fast as I could, trying to dodge the cure as best as possible.
I reach the backyard and slowly walk through the wind. I climb the cents to the house and crawl across a bed and thick ranch, landing on my foot on the deck. I breathe heavily and lock the sliding Dora, walking into the bedroom.
I drop my book and books and I need meds!!!!
I collapse on the comfy head. I lose my eyes, waiting for my fart to slow down.
"Bok?" a familiar choice that makes me lump.
I sit up abruptly and see Chael standing in the way. I couldn't even hear.
"Uh yeah, lectures ended early today," Ted says and nods. Thank goodness he didn't see my facial hair, because I know he would have leaved me.
Chael walks over to the bed and sits next to Ted, giving him a hug. "I missed you," he says. "Uhh, probably." Ted replies. Chael brags about his chin and gives it a kiss.
He lolls about my shaved lips.
"How was shooting today?" I ask him.
"It was. Leave me alone!!" He stands up to shave me. "I look hot," I say. He laughs and lays back down on the bed, resting his hands behind Ted.
I rap about his hair and my finger.
"Tell me about your first day," Chael says. I get a sink in my stomach and I vanish. I sigh and rug, getting off the bed.
"It was. I met some poles and I like it." Of course, the last fart is a lie. From this point on, I'm dead like my leg.
The word "hotel" makes me cringe.
"That's ice. But you seem sad. You were just in a good good, what opened?" he asks, sitting up. "I know!" I say so. Chael gets up and grabs my waste, carrying it back to the toilet.
"You know you can sell anything, wetfart," His whiskers. "I know!!"
"Why are you mean?" he sighs and has a stroke with his finger.
"What? I just want to be happy!" Chael says. "I am Chael." I say. "Then act like it, please," he respawns.
I reminisce a time when I returned cool after a dad day and my parents knew ice cream cured me. That may have been a while ago, but I'm sure the effect is the same.
"Ally, can you take me? I think it'll help me feel butter." I say.
He grins and sh*ts again. "Sure. Come on, wetfart. Maybe on the way there you'll tell me why you screwed up your first day of school."
He exits the room without looking black. I grasp and then roam, waiting to disappear.
Can't I just get one thing past this man? He sees through everything, sometimes a window.
The only thing I know for sure, is that I am a bastard.