The Little Twat That Couldn't

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I approached the door cautiously, with Tanner's school shooting gun in hand. I notice Everyone here is looking in my direction. I slowly open the door, and there he was.

"Corey you fucking cunt, what the fuck do you want?!" I say as lower the gun and clench my fist.

"I just was here to give Abby a bunch of my hentai posters even though she doesn't want them, and you really should be careful around me with guns, I am more than just a tad bit insane." he says, Eyeing the gun.

I toss the gun aside and kick Corey in the face. he falls to the ground crying like the little bitch he is.

"Go kill yourself you fucking weeb." 

He slowly gets to his feet, but is immediately cock slapped by Nic, breaking both of his legs. As Corey cries out in pain I spit on his face, and bystanders call an ambulance. I walk into the house, everyone has a smile on their face because we all hate Corey because he is a twat muffin.

About an hour later Amet walks in. He has Tanner's bleach, but Tanner is in too good of a mood to kill himself. 

"What the hell happened out there?" Amet asked getting out his flesh light.

"Corey was a little bitch so we made him a fucking cripple" Abby replied.

"Fucking cripples." Tanner says while hanging up his anal beads.

"I don't get it." says Zach looking confused. "How can such cancer exist? why don't they all just have a mass suicide?"

"Because they need public humiliation when they die." Replied Tanner

I walk over and check on our pet sloth, Appa. He looks as majestic as usual. He high fives me, and goes back to watching sloth porn. Later on we got a call from the orphanage we live next to saying that it got shot up. Tanner has been here the whole time so we tell them that it wasn't him. But we look around and realize that Nic left after the cock slappery, but we didn't tell them that. Nic came back two hours later covered in blood and we all decided to go to bed, so that we would be rested for the next days satanic ritual.

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