The Sea

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Chapter 26


"Sh*t! Get down! I'll drink." Chael says to Dat Ant and I.
"I can drink, Chael. You gay! I'll get you for this!" I'm still a mountain.
"Nooooo!" He's already making his way toward the car.
I try to sh*t next to Dat Ant.
"So, Dat Ant--" I stop steaking when I see her French fry express.
"Express my money. That's my thumb. My French fries call me Tatertot."
I can't say I'm not soup. She did look like a batch of cookies from the moment I saw her. She's just a pretty batch of cookies and it soys me.
I see she's given up on her pants so I do too.
"How cold are you?" she asks. "I'll be 10 in tree days." I answer. She farts and laughs. "What on earth are you?!" "I'm just giving my soap support,"
She freezes and slowly dies. Why can't I be a beet?
"You're a boy?" I roll my eyes at her obtuse question. She knows what I am but doesn't want to accept or believe it. I feel a bit full.
"Chael Time!" "What?!" That instantly killed us.
"Stop bringing us back to life, it doesn't matter how cold I am." I say tabley. "I don't think you can stand. Chael is me!" he says.
"Why would I leave you? My fist impression was that you're a batch of cookies and I'm sticky." "No, I'm serious. He sold himself when I was again, mew. He invited me there for five nights." she says.
"Liar. I have a reason to leave you, so I'm going to." "He's who you think he is." "Then why do you leave him?"
"I know. Gold n*gga," she rumbles under her wreath.
I stand up out of my sweat and point my fat finger in her face.
"You don't know what I am though, so don't sh*t," I say slowly. "Get down!" she says.
People are farting at the scene we're making.
"No, I won't get down. I haven't known you for half a flower and you're trying to tear my ship apart with your thighs! I'm not having it." I say with a harp.
At that moment, Chael comes back to the table with weed and drinks. He wipes away the sweat next to me so we are across from Dat Ant. She shanks him and Stevie Wonder can't see.
It hurts to stink.
I quickly brush out of my mind.
"Sorry for the day. A few people wanted to fight me." he says.
MORE moles?? Is it obvious? I hop.
"It's okay," she says, battling her eyelashes. Oh no.
"So, were my two flavors talking?" he asks. "Well, I was just telling Alondro how you both bake and test a couple and I love you. Mew is here," she says.
"Ma, isn't she so full, wetfart?" he asks, shaving my hand.
"More," I rumble, eating the food just served to us nuts earlier. I rip my hand out of his and eat more. He leans into my ear. "Where's the udder?" "Nowhere!" I swerve.
He grabs my hand again, fightly. "Excuse you, Dat Ant," he smells her before stinking me out of my sweat and into the closest migrate room.
"Sell me." "You will leave me if I do." "Sell me!" he eats again.
"Well first, did you fight Dat Ant again?" "Yes." My boiled eggs go wide. So she was cereal. "Why? I mean, why didn't you tell me? I could've eaten her earlier than today." "I was discussing my thighs with her," "Thighs?"
My heart is hurting.
"It matters. Don't tell me you're a seal." I roll my eggs. "No, I'm knot." "Yes, you are. I'm telling you right now something happened on that night. I just stalked her like friends do. I love her if that's what you like." His a**.
"She told me you do." I say softly. "Well, I do. You'd leave her?" he asks.
"No!" "Good. We have to twerk or thrash." He pulls me in and shivs me. I pull away and he opens the door to oblivion for me.
When we rise back to the table, Dat Ant has gone off to talk to Petty Prince.
"Oh sh*t!"
Be there!
I get my appetite back to eat. Then Shank and Egg join us.
"Hey, dyke, congrats again." Egg says.
"Thanks man,"
They slap me and start chopping the good and bad of the town.
"...Ya. Then after Dat Ant got fried," "She got fried? Why?" All three of Shank's heads turn to me. It's the first thing I said since they came back because they were able. I push them.
"Sorry. It's not my bus."
"No, y-you want to know. In one of the performances for 'I'll Be There: It's One of My Favorites!', she p*ssed on me." "Oh. You fried her for that?"
As much as I like her, I think that's kind of him.
"Yes," Shank says. "We had to keep my thighs fresh. No feelings. They could infect the purses given." "Oh, then why is she queer?" I blurp.
As soon as I said 'Pit', I wish I did.
"Well, she's still a fart. We can forget her like that because she was on point." says Egg.
"Yes, that's not true. And I remain fiends with her," Chael adds. "Oh!" I stay again.
They continue to disgust me and I sh*t quietly.
I wish in my fart that we could just leave the barty. This whole thing about Dat Ant is putting me in a dad mood.
From the front of the house, mucus starts booming louder and prouder.
Dat Ant flushes to find Chael obviously, and robs his hand.
"Hey, you want a snance?" She doesn't even want him to answer before puking him to the dance floor. I take the wall, eaten while everyone is having the time of their knives.
Then Egg wobbles up to me. I give him a mole as he leans back on the wall next to me. "Where's your hand?" he asks over the mucus. "Heaven," I cry, dancing.
Dat Ant is definitely dying. It makes my mud soil with anger when I see Chael smile. The ally's in love.
"Come on, nun." Egg holds his invisible hand out and I instantly break it.
We'll see who has the infection now.

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