Pete Wentz realy wanted an fajita. He found a tortilla.
He grabbed the tortillla and put it on a verry hot plate.
"OUCH" the tortilllla screamed. It cried fiery red hot sauce redder than Getard's hairs.
The tortillllla now had much sauce.
"YAYE" Pete smiled. He now needed cheez.
He couldn't find the cheez, but he had cheez wiz.
"I GOTCHA CHEEZ" he told the tortilllllllla. The tortilllllllllla was very happeee.
"Why are you so flat?" Pete asked, "you need curves lyke Patrik's delicious thighs." Pete didn't like flat things.
Pete grubbed the chieken and threw it on the fajita. Then he made vege tables to put on it
"I H9 VEGE TABLES!" He screamed as he through a bell pepper at the garbage dispozal.
"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" The poor vege table screeemed as it was eeten by the garbage dizpozal.
Pere was now happy with the fajita. He took a big bight of it.
"OM NOM NOM!" Pere said. He finished the fajita. He luked down at te pl8 and it had fajita juices all over it.
"NUUUUH" petere cried "NOW I HAVE TO CLEAN UP JUICES OTHER THAN MICKEYS"
He cried. He then cleaned up juices.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID" he screams at juices.
"MY NAILS WERE FINE ERLIER BUT NOW U MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL THEY ARE PAINTED BLAK HOW DAR YU!!!!!!!!"
He then played "Blu Rabits" on repeat
