the scooby gang decided to hit up the local pub in celebration of their recent success in making donald trump commit suicide via stabbing himself in the eyes.
"six shirley temples please," ordered Billy Joe Jimbob, to which the bartender nodded approvingly.
"yes yes we like good wholesome drug-free customers in this tavern"
everybody sipped up and turned their tongues red.
"look marvel" sisley giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. he stuck his back out at her
"mines redder" he said triumphantly, then their tongues accidentally touched so they went "oh what the hell" and started making out
little t and his terrifying crew of 12 year old blackpool thugs came strolling into the pub, ready to drag their big ol hogs thru some ass. people parted in their wake as little t went up to the bartender
"wanna shirley temple?"
"i'll have one shirley temple...with orange juice."
gale widened his eyes. "fuk man hes hardcore"
tension thickened in the air; perhaps it was the reek of ketchup and wankstains emitted by little t and his bois, or perhaps it was simply the magnitude of their sheer menace.
thats when little t got up on the table and started rapping.
BG Media I run that shit
Lyrically spun that shit
I bet you got hair under your armpits
his fire ass lyrics made everybody in the pub get up and dance
"this lad's an absolute legend" remarked gale, who was dancin with clove
"yea man, ever since he said 'your mum look like an ape from planet the earth' i knew he was a true lyrical genius" mused clove.
"so clove...you're from district 2 right?"
"born and raised"
"ok i got a question....is it a normal cultural thing over there to greet people by smackin em with fly swatters and offering to bite each others foot??"
"in mental hospitals, yes"
gale nodded understandingly. "found myself in one after my minecraft girlfriend dumped me"
"i feel ya bro, i was there for weeks after saying i'd take a shank and go to town on the next motherfucker to steal my diamonds"
"you wouldn't BELIEVE how long i got put in there after i tried claiming the nether realm for the motherland!"
clove looked at him.
"...and that's the cure for cancer," marvel concluded as glimmer, sisley, Billy Joe Jimbob and the little t squad clapped with amazement.
"wow so inspirational buddy," Billy Joe Jimbob complimented before telling the bartender he couldn't possibly have another drink...shirley temples are nothing to fuck around with bro
"now if u'll excuse me, im gonna go puke my guts out in the downstairs public bathroom where i will most certainly contract several incurable stds"
Billy Joe Jimbob was halfway down the stairs when he heard a familiar noise echo from one of the stalls
"uNFSGHGH DEEPER"
"OHH YEA, SHARE THAT MEANS OF REPRODUCTION"
"FASTER DADDY"
Billy Joe Jimbob kicked down the door of the nearest stall to find clove and gale doing the hibbety-dibbety in matching ushankas
"THE FUCK?!?1!?!"
