Jake Paul is a Wizard

Wizard Friends

"What is up Jake Paulers, today we are going to be feeding the hungry African children. I'm so excited for this one! May God bless them all with my fortune!" Jake said as he walked down the streets of LA.

"So as y'all can tell, I'm still in LA. How can you help them from there Jake? Y'all must be wondering. Well, I'll tell ya how!"

Jake started walking in front of a studio and the sad music queued.

"Starting from $.99 a month you can donate to the hungry, needy, children in Africa. Donations can go up to $99.99 a month. I'm gonna do the highest, since I am Jake Paul. I'm going to give them $1,000 a month! Not like it'll take a toll on my bank account since my tab is always full." He said with a dab.

"Please Jake Paulers, and everyone who hates me, donate to AfricaNeedsYou.org, every donation counts."

The sad music had stopped and Jake Paul laughed, "May God bless them all with food, money, clothes, shelter, and youtube. Amen."

"Anyways enough with that sad stuff, today Jake Paulers let's take a journey!"

Just as Jake said journey he tripped and fell into an earthquake that suddenly happened.

"Ahhh! I love my mom, my dad, and all my fans! Fuck you Logan you're my comp. I hope you burn in hellllllll!"

Luckily by this time Jake had his camera strapped to his head so all of this got caught on tape.

Jake awoke in a strange red and gold room. His mind could only think of one thing this might be.

"Holy shit Jake Paulers," he said with his camera still strapped to his head. "Is this the fire nation? Oh fuck what did I get myself into this time...?"

As Jake was talking to his fans he realized how much his head hurt. Did the fire nation have some ibuprofen he could take. He sure needed that right now.

Someone started to approach Jake. He was afraid of their fire bending; he didn't want to get burnt to a crisp! As the person came closer into view he realized who it was. It was no one to fear.

"Omg it's Iroh!" He squealed at the bearded man. "You sure are taller and much skinnier. Where did you get those glasses?"

The old man looked very confused. He assumed Jake was a troubled boy. This boy needed some mental help.

"I am not who you are speaking of. I'm Albus Dumbledore." The man spoke.

"Ohh, no wonder you're white." Jake laughed as he thought of the mans last name. "Haha you said dumblewhore, right?"

Dumbledore sighed at this poor troubled boys humor. "You remind me of a troubled kid I used to care for, Tom Riddle."

"Riddle? Tell me one, that sounds epic!" Jake laughed into the camera and zoomed in on Dumbledores wrinkles.

A few other people stood behind this man. They looked to be around 5 years old. Though everyone underage to Jake looked like a literal fetus.

"Lmao when did kindergarten get out?"

The nerdy looking boy with a nasty scar, like Zuko, spoke up, "Don't you dare say that about us! We are not 5, we're 12! How dare you call us children! We're almost teenagers."

Jake laughed at this little boy. "5, 12, what's the difference? You're all fetuses in my eyes. Now go make me a sandwich slave."

"Slavery's nothing to joke about! Your way of speaking is so crude. Also your voice is strange." The girl with a ratty busted wig said.

"Okay busted" He zoomed in on this girls broken weave.

"Well, I'm not the one who's in trouble. But you will be!"