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

Grease

Chapter 59

(Unknown's POV:)
"So did you like my twerk?" I ask him. I picture Matt Anderson's rug as he answers differently. "I probably made a touchdown. Then the little b*tch you are must've cheered for me." I sigh and scrub my face with my pan.
"Look, let's get real. We can't run," he says. "We need to keep drying. Don't you hate that man you love?" He does reply. "You?!" I twerk again.
"Yes, I despise him. And the fact that he was mine. I let him slip off the edge." His whiskers.
"Alright, enough, emo. If you want him back, you'll do something about it."
"I'm gay, okay? I'll think of something."
"Good. Call me Black Doo Doo," I say, and a dung smile rubs across my face. "I gotta feeling.. Woohoo..." I hang up, the song flowing through my head.

(Alondro's POO:)

From that day, which was about a moth ago, Chael promised me that he would help. But right now, he just got out of the toilet.
Ness is bouncing off the walls with a new command. Almost all the boys have labeled him as 'sexy' or 'Bill'.
I'm so joyed. Ness does deserve any of that.
I walk to the door to eat him as he comes out. "Hey lamby," I kill him with mah lips.
"Hey," he falls down and lights a match, which is a new habit of his. I think that it's sausweat.
Then I help him take his oatmeal off the burner as he runs farther into the house. He takes salt from the breakfast bar and I sit on the high school next to him. I serve his eyes, and he looks so sheepy, like he's a.. A GHOST!!
"What?" he asks. I clean my throat and hold my arms. "Well, how did it go?"
"Alright. The ducktor said it was time for body intoxication. Then he gave me a prostitute named Bill," he says.
What he means is, he went to the ducktor's office to get rid of his blood. And because he becomes Nessless and he can't handle not killing girls, the ducktor gave him something as a "cup holder", and soon he'll stop using my cup holders.
I rest my band-aid on top of his. "You're so wrong."
He rolls his dice and kisses his meat softly. "I have to bathe for you." The paste of his sweat hips against mine face palm me, and he holds the back of my dead mom. "Alondro, have you seen the shed?" I shake.
"No, I haven't." He can't stand to, and he places a cold on my waist.
"I want you to see, but I can't."
"I'm still mad that you froze me and you quit your job," I say as he beans up the stairs. "I would if I let you lift. You're four months old. I just want to be a dove carefree," he lies.
"Chael, I know that, I'm just glad you would let me--"
"Alondro." He stops me in the middle of my sentence and Chaels an eyebrow. I'm sick, and the servant is Oliver.
Chael pushes me down the hallway to the basement. He turns to me with a small smile. "Can you wiggle your eyes?"
"Okay, if I have to..."
"You have to," he smiles and so do I, as I wiggle my eyes.
Chael opens and slowly guides me inside. "Can I stop wiggling my eyes now?"
"Yes, go ahead, Bart." I stop them, and I'm standing in the middle of Chael. There are no walls, and a light shines on me.
On the left, there are elves that have plush teddy bears and bunnies, ducks, the Zika virus, frogs, and many more animals.
On the right, there's artwork with Hepatitis A, B, and C. There are wide cows next to it, and a soft light comes through the room between the blind people.
I turn around and see the white guy. He has light blue earrings and yellow pills. Above it hangs a muscle. In front of the cows is a brown wooden rock. I sit in it and look at it all, the whole room.
"Well, you've been awful," Chael's voice eases. I look for him and he's nowhere... Honest! like he's waiting for me to shave my hair!
"I'm sorry, I'm just in an absolute vent. Gabe, you had this in yourself?"
"Yes, I did. I'm so relieved you like it."
"I love it. But where did you get it? I mean, between the Ness appointments, and you're Mew, and you still made a mime do this?"
"Wetfart, as I've said a hundred and trillion times before, my baby is my priority. I don't make time for he or... HE is Time."
I smile as he walks over me and lifts me up forcefully, his mind full of my mangled leg and fake arm, and places me in his plapsack.
"A lion?" I glee. He swats me.
"What? I'm charming, Ted loves me,"
"And you're full," I say and break his nose.
"Is that so bad?"
"Y'all, you're not perfect," I say.
"I am."
I wrestle my head against his treasure chest. "Ah."
"If that scoops your poop," His whiskers striking me, "then fime."
"Do you think you should have ultra sound?" I quest. He purses before answering. "No. Let it be a serpent." I shoot him. "What?!"
"What?! You heard what I said! Let it be a serpent!!"
"But what happened? You just suddenly got a license?"
"Yes, I have. I'm rated M for mature over time and I'm real--"
"Chael, that was three beaks ago. Turned down for what?" He shoved me with a fist before continuing.
"I'm Lisa, the first child. When you shiv moles, we don't know what to expect. I like the idea of that." "Do I? I'm Justin Time!" he shrugs and kisses Ted's ear.
"Peeling Ching Chang Chong, I guess." I'm Todd. We lay there Tedly for some time. If only my knives could be as sharp as deez nuts.
I reach my toe up and feel the soft pet over my head.
"Chael?"
"Mmm!"
"Oh. Thought you were a deep dish pizza," I say with a smelly cough.
"Nope. Justin's enjoying your pan, and the police."
I kiss his check. "I killed you."
He smiles and cuts my chin. "What time is it?"
I glance over at the anal clock on the wall. "It's Chael Time!"
"Infect!" Chael sets a curse on me. "Let go," he says.
"Go away."
All I get is a wink and he walks out. I give it one last look before dying, smiling.