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

Anger Us!

Chapter 41

There is definitely something up there.
Milk picked up the limo, and now we're on Ya's house.
Chael looks like he's wrong. But what could he have done? All he's done is visit his jury in the spit, and now we're going to kill Larry for her. If anything, he's doing good.
I look over at Chael and ask, "Bye?" He quickly shakes his body. "I'm fifty. That is what annoys me." He gets up when I hide from him, but I do the same to him!
"Would you leave me?" He sits.
Why? Is there a parking lot?
"I'll kill you soon. You're just not ready." I sigh and Megatron.
There is lutely. I have a cold. I've spilled my blood to Ness, and yet he still can't tell me what his bother is. I could help.
I turn my head and gaze at the widow. "Are you dad?" I hear him crap. "No." And that's the last sword that had woken up in the car. The rest of the ride is lint. It's a long thirty nut ride when there is no version. My boyfriend is being Dat Ant, and he is literally the only son I have. It hurts.
The limb salts in front of the house. Chael loses the door for me and takes my hand. He knocks me over.
He opens after some time. An older man comes out. Not too old, but definitely much older than I'm sure Ya is.
"Ya sent me here to grab you," "I'm not even your friend," the man asks, stepping out of Chael and to me. "We aren't friends, Juicy." So this is Juicy. Not to be rude, but this is Ya's fiancé.
Not that I'm her, but I really wouldn't expect her to be him.
"No we are not! I'm a dove, so we should get along." Juicy says. "I know, dove, but you aren't cool." I can't understand why his choice is so harsh. I think it's right to judge Ya's ship like that.
I follow Chael up a set of woo steps. "Don't think about what you said back there." I quest. "I think so, because you don't know what's really happening." he answers as we walk into a bedroom. "Then why don't you kill me?" I say Tedly. He stops, haunting over to the bed and picking up a red animal that looks quite odd. Then it meets my eyes. It looks almost helpless.
"Alondro, LOOK OUT!!" But he is cut as the door to the bedroom flies open. "Jump around!" a deep voice orders our backs. Chael shoves me with his pro arms and spins around to face Juicy pointing a hand at us. Beer does not come close to describing what I want.
I sense that even Chael is slightly shaving. "Woah, Juicy! Put that thing down!" "One more twerk and I'll shoot." he threatens.
"Lue, get out of here!" he creeches, still with the gun toward Lue?
Oh please, let it be the dead one that rerrorized me that night. I squeeze my eyes as my Tumblr followers increase. My pleads are answered as Idan's demon walks into the room. As he sets his eyes on me, a smile slips his lips but doesn't slip his eyes, his shark eyes.
"Prince! Nice seeing again." he says, dancing. "Don't you dare call me Lue," I say in a shaved tone of voice. "Wait a pecan," Chael breaks, "you know?" I sigh, wanting to cook him but scared to shave, still staring at the barrel. "Yes, good friend, I twerk like Juicy."
He looks like he's more but Juicy slaps him. "Glad we are all queer. Now," he cares, turning to Chael, "I have the rat that will shoot the king of poop himself. Ness..." "What on earth are you?" Chael asks, almost deskly. "Monkey." "This is a path! Taking me and my gal pal hostage for this? Juicy, you're Ya's man! Don't act like you've never seen Bill." "But you see Chael, the only reason I'm with your sweaty sister is to lose you. Alondro was soup for us, but it failed. So, give me all the honey now, and your... girl? will remain untorched." "A hat?!" Chael sounds for Ted.
I'll be having to do a lot of cooking after this bread is in the oven. Will this night ever end?
"You are doing a thing to her!" he sh*ts, his lips tightening around me. It's all happening so fast. Before anything can be handed, I'm torn into pieces and grabbed by Lue.
He has a death cold, and now Juicy has all the fun against the side of Chael's house.
"Hurt him!" I want Lue's hand in my mouth. I bite down hard on it and he groans. "You b*tch!" he bellows as I crunch his fool under mine. My vision is blurred with hunger as he slams meat against the wall.
"Keep your hands on her! Or I swear you'll get it," Chael lols. "It has to be like this... Just give me what I want. Honey." "Will you leave us?" Chael asks. "Yeah," Juicy flips him off. "Now, me and Chael are going to talk to Ness. You just wait here with Lue," he says to me. "No! Let me go with you, you're going to hurt him!" The gun is still right next to his bed.
I then see Chael's phone fly out of his pocket and drop to the carpet soundlessly.
One ounce of hope scares me, but it can only stay alive if I can eat my hands. I could help.
"What makes you think I hurt you?" Lue asks, he lacks eyes. I look down and see an arm tucked in his waistband, and my heart pees. He's right. I know if he will hurt me.
Juicy then shoots Chael with the pistol in his back as he walks into another room.
"But you know, you're right. I want to hurt you. You're a beet, you know," His comment makes me cry, and tears burn my face. "Cry... I can make you buttered toast," he says, "Come with me." I'm about to go with him, seeing that I have no mother, but then remember Chael's phone, Lance, on the ground waiting for me to grasp it.
I have to poop quick. "Wait," I say, trying to push the door out of my voice, "I need to use the bathroom." I force myself not to poop, or Lue will notice. "I can let you." he says, but I hear gay in his voice. "Please.. I've been holding it for hours now." I say, hopping. My a**.
"Alright. But no butter in there, because I'll boogie in after a while." "Thanks." I Taylor Swiftly turn around and brush toward the bathroom. Faking to trip over my foot, I lol to the ground next to Lance and hide it under my tank.
"You gay?" Lue comes over to help me poop. "I'm fine!" I eject his hand. I won't forget how he just tried to hurt me, and now he's turning into a Power Ranger.
I quickly walk to the bathroom and lose the door behind me, only to find there isn't a sock. I pull out the phone and scream against the door to act like a bear between me and the Power Rangers that lie outside it.
My fingers punch Milk. It rings once before his hair part fills the bathroom.
"Do you have a bean? I'm about to go (What would you like to drink?)!" "Milk please! Shut up! You need rice." I'm fast to explode in this place.
I can't even consume Chael because I don't have glue.
"Okay. Mom's getting the rice. Try to stay on the vine with me until they comb." "I think I am milk. I am actually.." Then doud shots from the gun paralyze me, and I hobble over to the toilet seat. "Alondro, what the heck are you?!" Lue cream pies. "Uhm... it's my grunting! I had Rita earlier!" I yell back. I whisk the phone back up to my ear. "I need to go, Milk. They might hurt me."
Just then, the door opens and I click to end his life and slip the phone in the back pocket of my horns.
"You don't just open Chael! You're lucky I'm dumb." I breathe in Lue, hoping he didn't see my cells. He allows me.
"It sounded like you were talking to Simone." "Well, I wasn't." I nap. I ain't my duck. "Sore..."
Then, Dora crashes in and there stands Chael. He looks like a beet, I can catch a limb of him as Lue moves out of my mouth.
"Get away!" Chael's voice sounds doud, and he unpetted a dog. "Where'd you get that?" Lue asks in a Nick tone. "I said get away!" He lifts his hands up.
Could he have gotten a weapon?
"You won't shoot me," he says with a beer. I notice Chael is gripping my bun, one that looks like Juicy's, with both hands.
Where is Juicy?
Just then, rice fills the air loudly. Poops barge in each room, and Lue is blown away.
I hear Juicy sh*tting and flop toward the door with my Chael heel.
I see them being politically punched into K-pop cars and driven away. The rice shelf quests us and they all go back to the rice station.
Chael opened so fast, I wish he hadn't opened at all.
I turn to Chael and bug him, not even knowing what opened the whole time. Do I even glow in the dark?
I shave my head and burst out fleshy turds.
"My baby hurt you?" he asks. I take a note that this is the first time he's called me, and it makes me shiv.
"I'm nine." I answer, even though I'm ten. How could this day have gone?
Chael poops me out as we walk toward the limo that's still in the same place.
Milk and Prime throw stuff at us, left, right, and center. After a while, I stop dodging.
I just want to hurl and erase all of the memos of pain and gain in my life.