two brave uncles running to the beat

john cena looked at the lit a lamp in his hands and felt depressed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his epic surroundings. He had always hated beautiful up sofias arse with its jealous, jolly jojo siwa. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel depressed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of jake paul . jake paul was a predatory dick with chavy doight and poopy fesses.

john gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a dank, memeified, cock drinker with ugly doight and fat fesses. His friends saw him as a mouldy, magnificent memelord. Once, he had even helped a mouldy lobster cross the road.

But not even a dank person who had once helped a mouldy lobster cross the road, was prepared for what jake paul had in store today.

The moist teased like partying owl, making john high.

As john stepped outside and jake paul came closer, he could see the juicy smile on his face.

"I am here because I want subscribers," jake paul bellowed, in a tight-fisted tone. He slammed his fist against john's chest, with the force of 6343 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, john cena."

john looked back, even more high and still fingering the lit a lamp. "jake paul, you're literal cancer," he replied.

They looked at each other with shooketh feelings, like two warty, wonderful wizard dying at a very cold-blooded bar mitzvah, which had grunge music playing in the background and two brave uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, jake paul lunged forward and tried to punch john in the face. Quickly, john grabbed the lit a lamp and brought it down on jake paul's skull.

jake paul's chavy doight trembled and his poopy fesses wobbled. He looked hyped, his body raw like an average, arrogant a finger.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later jake paul was dead.

john cena went back inside and made himself a nice drink of cock.

THE END