Salt screamed and grabbed her hair with her free hand. She quickly tied a tight knot with her hair around Jacob's hand and pulled it hard. Jacob's hand turned white. "OWWWWW!!!"
Salt kicked him to the ground as tears streamed down his face. "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!"
Reeyam laughed and kicked Jacob again. "Haha! You want me to roast him?"
"Yea, if you're up to the challenge," I said smugly. "He's immortal."
She whipped out her BOI hand and got ready to roast him.
"BOII, YOU LOOK LIKE SANAS LITTLE HELPER WITCHU DEFOAMED EERS."
"Jokes on you, Pro-caine," Jacob said, "I am Santas little helper, you think my ears are triangular normally?"
"IGHT, IGHT, ALRITE, BUT WATCU AXECUSE BOUD DOS LIPS, THOSE NON-EXISTIN LIAPS?" She fired back.
"WELL ATLEAST I DON'T LOOK LIKE A CRUSTY SWEET POTATO, AND YOU NEED SOME MILK!" He dabbed 69 times before spraying Reeyam with skim milk using a hose.
Reeyam's mouth fell open in shock, and she choked collapsed to the floor. Her face crumbled into a serious cringe and she covered her eyes with her hands. "THE CRINGE IS REAL!" She spasmed violently in her cringe seizure and went limp. The BOI hand grabbed her and pulled her back in the grave. "CRINGEY AS HEEELLLL!!" were here last words before the BOI hand slid over the hole. Jacob sprayed milk over the grave one more time before flying away into space.
"WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! WHAT ABOUT ME?" I screamed.
"You are in a dream, this was all a dream, you are sleeping in your car, none of this happened. WAKE UP!" Salt screamed and came behind me. She covered my eyes and when she took them off, I was in my mom's car, pulling up in the driveway of our new house.
We pulled into the driveway, admiring the beautiful, big, house. I couldn't believe we could afford such a big house because of all the meds my mom buys me for farting problems and butthole pain relief. We use up to 700 bottles a week. Yes, I fart a lot. The man came in, unloading the boxes in the house.
"Go meet the neighbors, make some new friends and try not to fart while you there," my mom suggested.
"Ok," I mumbled, stepping down the steps, to the neighbors.
When the person opened the door, I felt like pinning to the floor, and letting out all the fart I have held in in his mouth. Jacob Sartorius, or as I would like to call him Jacob Fartorius.
*Flashback*
I was taking the last bite of my big fat borrito. The judge walked up to me, to see my farting skills. I farted so loud, it was so powerful that it could blow away Matthew. It also smelled like, oof , words can't describe how it smelled. I was about to be given first place, until a late entry known as Jacob Fartorius. He showed off his skills and won first place. I would never forget that day.
*Flashback over*
"Ummmmm." Jacob said, waving his hand infront of my face.
I snapped back into reality, and give him a small smile.
"Hi, I'm Emma." I said, sticking my hand out for him to shake it. He shook it before replying,
"Jacob Sartorius,"
I smiled, "nice to meet you,"
"You too,"
I walked back to my house, to find my mother decorating the house. I ate some mac and cheese she made.
I went to my big room, to sleep.
From today, I have a new mission, DESTROY Jacob Sartorius .
