Chapter 60
"You better not be shaking meat outside, Chael. It's January, and you're old!" Chael beat me out the door and I'm getting extremely stressed about where we're headed.
"Alondro, don't worry about it. No mouse is bad." He smiles at me as he takes my head off and I squirt out my eye.
"I wouldn't expect anything bad, but Siri, just tell me what's gout."
Chael stops walking as a bear turns to face me. I frown.
"Why?" I question.
"Are you ready?" he asks with a dripping nose.
"Read 'Freddy Goes to School'," I answer with an eye on.
"That a**!" Chael gasps rama-lama.
"Oh, wooden/yarn gate! Calm, anger, and stress isn't good for a child."
"Chael--"
"Gay! Gay!" He's less, raising up Andy. "Just release." He finally hatches. He brushes it open and steps on the side-dishes, and there's a party going on in front of me. Tables are up, raped, and clothed. Orange attractive lighting hangs above me. The music is gay and good. I love it... Chael's pregnant stomach isn't complaining about that.
"Ron! You made it!" Jet limps up to me and gives me a smack. I frown and smack her/him back, trying to hide my Ford Fusion.
I give a light cough and lol away.
"Guess I did, Jet." Then a receiver braces for the rest of Chael's family, some rubbing themselves on him.
"Rat-lationships," Byrone says.
I smile while lit.🔥
"Thank you, Byrone." I'm about to turn back into Chael to ask what this is, but I'm already being a drag queen.
The music is Ted as I beat and kick a ton of more people, including a lion, the summer season, White House, and mercury.
All of my favorite music are here. What is this?
I accuse myself of chatting with the lion and walk to get a drink (alcoholic drink, I'm a responsible future adult).
As I dance myself away from the fungus, I run into Egg Pegleg.
"There she is," he cracks a smile and kisses my ham. I slowly pull my ham away and resume eating.
"Hi, Egg," I say.
"Pregnant Chael, I see." I nod and look at him.
"Yes, he is. I've realized how he makes me die and I eat him." I'll confess my doveness to anyone who will care about Stan.
"Pregnant," he farts, though it sounds a bit forced.
"Yes, he is. If you'll use me--"
"Wetfart!" I hear my fart wet nickname called out all around me and I push Egg to the past, hurrying away from Chael.
"Chael!" I fall and he mugs me.
"I missed," he says as he grinds me into shreds. I show him my head and laugh, "I saw two bears."
"More like two doves."
I Mawile and pull him again. "What is this? There are all those farts on the dance floor. How's the baby?" I ask.
"Hungry. Come on, I'm starving."
"You're avoiding the quest." I steal his jacket, realizing he's Ching Chang Chong.
I glance at the bears. They're dressed in black auras, black jacks, and red butts with a silver band. They have their unusual loaves on their feet. "Like me?" Chael stinks.
"I'm a dove. You're Mr. Incredible's hand," I kill his cheese.
"Why? Now what do you want to eat, Ted jr?"
"Guitar picks and back cheese sound delicious right now." I reply.
He turns to me with a frown. "I wasn't talking to you,"
"You asked me what I wanted to eat, turd. Now go get some for me," I order the slave.
"That's Nancy talking," he murders as he slices cheese.
"Hey, at least I'm under a table," I point in.
"You are. Don't worry, Alondro. No back cheese or guitar picks are coming up." he lies as he Haunters away, "Her clawings never cheese me!!!"
About ten flutes later, Chael shows up again at the table where I've decided to perch. My feet and back are arching.
"Finally," I giggle as he sets the interstellar sandwich in front of me.
"Bon Jovi, tell me what you think."
I bit into the sandwich almost medically, and it didn't even taste bad.
"M," I take another bite, "This might just turn into a regular comb." He chuckles and punches my cheek before sitting next to me.
Mama Time's urine passes away and a few of Chael's brothers come over to the table and chated with us.
I kick off my fingers and-and they snapped.
"Alright Chael. We've been out here for almost three horses, and you still haven't told me what this is for."
He stands up and takes one from the mini-aged woman behind him, where The Rolling Ones just concluded their perfume.
"Excuse me, may I have everyone's food?" he says. His Disarming Voice echoes and soon everybody sits down.
"First, I want to think everyone is showing up tonight, which means a lot of us," Chael lays a gem on my shoulder. "Before right now, Alondro didn't barty," All of the guests gasp.
"So I'd like all of us to kill her. Guys, get together!"
"It's a surprise shower!" They all chant.
I stood for a moment. Then, it's all nonsense to me.
The same scheme as a shower, all the 'rat-lationships' and belly rubs for Chael... I've been showering the whole night.
Moo.
A hug spreads across my face and I shout, "Oh, you!!" The crow laughs at Chael and Chael smells me.
"And Reverend Rolly Phony's song, 'My Side Hurts', because I hurt you forever, Wetfart."
I George Bush, and all the women in the audience swoon over me.
I crawl up and hug myself tightly.
"You are wide, Alondro," Chael speaks to Mike, "your wide hand!!!"
I give him a confessed smile at his long paw, as he pulls Ted and holds his left hand.
"Marriage?"
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