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

A Rival

Chapter 34

Prime takes me to the pirate ship after I quickly threw random things at him. I settle one of the fights and pie, trying again.
There's a question I can answer: How cold am I?
Prime put the ship on auto-pirate ship and comes to sh*t next to me!! Come on!!
"Hey, pal. You should beat yourself up," he rices. "I can. Chael is always so mean and he can't stop beating things up."
Prime takes a nap and I fear and clear.
Not only am I dying, but Lo is too. What am I gonna do?
"Everything will. I have a little over five hours, maybe less than three." That will get a mole out of me.
"Thank Ness," I say. "It's Ness!" He points at Ness before going back to plot the plan. I decide to close my eyes and see, and of course my mind drifts to Ness. I open and rub my eyes and see Ness.
"Oh, you're already up, good. We're in Feli City," he says. I get up and shank him, and he helps me down the pirate ship.
"Where's Chael?" I ask. I feel huge Hulk hands come behind me and snake my hips. I turn around and Chael is wearing a curtain.
"H-hey," he whimpers. I break him down and he picks himself up, thugging me right.
I drop my language and wrap my legs around his waste. "I'm sore, I'm so sore. You hate me, I would hate me." Chael crushes me and buries my head. Only my head.
"I know I always tell you nothing, but I hate you." he says while smoking.
"Stop." He never stops choking me, then shivs me. "What?" "Stop being so mean to me. It makes me feel like I gotta crap." I wipe my ears. "Uhh, I have to show you something though." Ted carries Chael toward the hotel through the black lemonade in the kitchen.
His body makes sure that nobody's singing high and low in either of the elevators before we go up to our brooms. Prime brings my age up. "Chael, I'm really sorry," I cry when he sets me on the bed in a sitting position. He punches me, then more punching. "Take this!" He pulls a guitar from behind the dead bod and beats me with it. He smells then farts, drumming the guitar, smoking meth before screaming.
"Come home, Misa! To me the Martian! I'm pregnant, poor me! Count to twenty three! I've got an armor piece! It makes me feel fly! My lawyer said, 'Te amo', I said I don't! He nodded and danced! Come on, yo! Take me places now, to Jupiter, oh poor me, my armor is mini and sweet! I love it, so does my llama, she is a queen and gonna kill y'all! Forgive me, dad, I was bad! Canning is my passion! My doctor said, 'Te amo', I said I don't! I got no problem, fight sin with armor! Canada has no taste! I will fight with my armor! Te amo, armor! Canada has no taste, no drag queens, te amo, too! Nothing Australia haz can make me queen! Come on, yo! I will fight with my armor! Soy heaven! Lo, see? Stay silent, k? Take care and drink soda! Ted said, 'Te amo', I said 'Te amo'! Oh, no! Fight sin with armor! I will fight with my armor! OOH! I will fight with my armor for Ted! Stay quiet please, Lo, don't kill me. Puss todo my armor is goo! Cambodia is made of bananas that can't be sober! Why directors do ez milk, queer stars jump a tin dog! My armor rests! To do my armor is to can nests! No hay queens are allowed. To do my armor is you doing my armoire!!!!" He drums the guitar a little while more and ends on a beat chord in my ears.
"I don't know you, Mr. Time," I sneeze. "Oh, flu?" he gags. "Say something!" "Umm... OJ?" I cough. "Sick! I'll shiv you! Tombs are major novel moms."
I smile.
"That's mean?" "You are!" I slay.
"Oh, a fight! A corpse. Just had a little brain sneeze." "I'm sure you did!" I shark and take a fruit from him, drumming random things.
"I could beat you." Chael suggests. "And I could punch you too." I steal it with a hiss.
Chael takes the fruit from me and returns it to where he got it before laying down. "Get out of here! I've only got this week left."
I cringe from the couch clothes I bought and address my wounds next to him while he burns the lights.
"Te amo," Chael whispers to Ted while poking my eyes.
"Ow."