Buried in Shirts

Beautiful Thicc Slamberries

SLAMMING!!!
We hear the demented presence make its wicked calling.
"Ethan, if its too hard for you to do this again, then let me and Hila take care of this," the BG softly told me.
I worry and think, new thoughts blooming like young flowers, and shrivelling up like a snail basking in salt. But I knew what had to be done.
"No," I sternly say.
I knew that if I was going to retain a sense of harmony of body and mind, I would have to face my fears head on.
"ETHAN SLAMBERRY!!" I exclaim after him. "Come and get a piece of the real Ethan Klein!!"
After I realised that what I had just said soumded very wrong in everyway, I hear its battle cry:
SLAMMING!!
How beaten down I felt after that call, it was like Ethan had a soul draining aura around him that could destroy anyones motivation and hope.
And...
In a quarter of a second.
In all of a sudden.
He charged at me at the speed of sound.
Staring at me with those eyes of zedevil...
I was begging for mercy.
For-
"ETHAN SLAMBERRY!!" Hila marched up to him angrily and shoved some fresh doughnuts in his face. "YOU BETTER EAT ALL OF THOSE AND MOST IMPORTANTLY NEVER COME BACK!"
Ethan Bradberry stared at Hila and greedily snatched tha bag of delicious, warm doughnuts off of Hila. He called for another:
"MOEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"You have a loyal following, my dude, but there is more adversity that awaits," the BG states.
"Wait....Is he calling for his own brother? The Mushroom Assassin?" I chuckle.
I know his brother's capacity for ultimate power. Much lower than his IQ, but I know where his true power lies. In his Mushroom Assassin haircut. In fact I had that amount of power once, through the very same haircut. It was too cringey so I got rid of it, but I should have known this moment would come.
"SLamMIng!!"