Everyone was having all their fun and games. This was their first relaxing day since all of these shitstorm events started happening. The rest of the group eventually came down and finally had a chill day. That was until Cuntor asked one small question.
"Hey Chile, you wanna play Mario Kart?" he asked
"Bring. It. On. Fucker." she said, eyes piercing into his heart and twisting it in disgust.
"Aren't you kiddos a little old to play Mario Kart?" Kianal snickered.
"Aren't all humans suppose to have a heart?" Chile said as the whole room stared at her in awe.
Cuntor and Chile played Mario Kart in the living room in front of pretty much everyone. Cuntor basically jerked off his dick to this game and was this MLG God of this game. Chile, on the other hand, was a fucking skrub. This is where Cuntor decided to be the worst type of putrid douchebag garbage he could possibly be.
"Let's play Rainbow Road." he said.
"NOPE NOPE NOPE. FUCK THIS. FUCK YOU. YOU ARE A FUCKING PRICK. I FUCKING HATE YOU." she screeched as she ran out of the room. AGay was naping when she was yeeted off the sofa.
"What the fuck Chile?" AGay asked.
"I NEED THIS SOFA TO BE AN ATTENTION WHORE ON YOU LESBIAN POTATO." Chile screamed.
"Oh...well I..."
"YOU KNOW MY NAME NOT MY STORY. PLEASE STOP TRIGGERING ME!!!1!1" Chile said as she started fake sobbing into a pillow.
"Gotta blast." AGay said as she flinged herself outside for a smoke break. She was higher than the Twin Towers pre-9/11 when a man appeared in front of the home. The man was average height, bald, and had Ozzy Osborne shades on.
"Where is Agent 702?" he strictly asked AGay.
"Whoa bro. Are you like, from the future lmao?" AGay asked.
"Well, under intoxication of narcotics, hmm? Probably some form of marijuana." he said.
"Dank kush bruh." she said, giggling.
"AGay I'm done being an attention whore for the day..." Chile said looking out the door when she caught a glimpse of the strange man.
"What the fuck, Mr.Diroff?" she said, "Cuntor get your ass over here, it's Mr.Diroff.
"That's not Mr.Diroff, it's Pitbull. The fuck you doing here pal?" he asked.
"I've come for Agent 702." he said. Cuntor's heart skipped a beat, knowing he was talking about Juan. He immediately wiped his expression of fear away with a poker face.
"Well, we escaped before the whole shitstorm went down, so I haven't heard shit about Trumpland for a while." Cuntor said.
"Don't insult our new leader. Where is Agent 702?" he asked, irritated.
"We don't fucking know who Agent 702 is." Cuntor said sharply.
"Interesting. Well, keep your eyes out for him." Pitbull said with a smug expression.
Cuntor quickly got Chile and AGay in the house. He immediately started looking for Juan.
"Hey K80, where did Juan go?" Cuntor asked.
"I think he went to the bathroom," K80 said, "he said he has been holding in a shit since America."
"God damnit."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"They want him back."
Cuntor gathered everyone into the living room except for Juan, who was still squeezing the motherload of all shits in the bathroom. Cuntor explained everything. Pitbull. Who Agent 702 is. Everything.
"So, what you're saying is, someone who was a threat who now isn't a threat is a threat again?" Stace questioned.
"Yes..." Cuntor answered.
"Better Old Yeller this bitch then." Stace said, putting a new round of ammunition in her bright pink dildo gun.
"I agree. He's a threat." AIDSan said. Chile and AGay nodded in agreement.
"No. No. Juan isn't the threat, Trump is." she said.
They went on like this for hours while Juan lowkey heard everything while he was suffering. He snuck out the bathroom, making sure to Febreze that bitch up before hand to make sure the stench wouldn't poison everyone else.
Then, like the rodent he was, he made sure to be as quiet as a mouse sneaking back into his room.
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An hour later, the meeting wrapped up. Cuntor went upstairs to his bedroom to find Juan waiting for him.
"Hey Juan, heard you were taking a shit." Cuntor said.
"And I heard you talking shit." he said
"What?"
"You heard me. Don't try to act all slick and shit. You were the one who conducted all of this, asshole."
"Umm, excuse me?"
"You fucking heard me Cuntor. You are a fucking back stabbing prick. I thought you actually somewhat liked me, but apparently that's not the truth, now, is it?"
Cuntor didn't answer.
"Of fucking course." Juan said attempting to storm out of the room. Cuntor locked the door and pushed him back.
"Don't fucking touch me." Juan yelled, trying to push Cuntor out of his way. That's when Cuntor put Juan in some death grip hug.
"You don't understand Juan. I actually like you a lot. You're literally my best friend Juan. I'm not letting them kill you." Cuntor said as Juan was still trying to break free.
"Then what the fuck are you gonna do?" Juan asked.
That's when Juan felt a sharp pain come in his neck. It was so abrupt but it he could feel something being pumped into his bloodstream. That's when he saw the syringe.
"Cuntor, what the fuck?" Juan could barely make out before passing out in Cuntor's arms.
