"u faggots can't just go full-on mortal kombat like that," marvel chided, driving the crew home.
gale and Billy Joe Jimbob sat in the backseat with their arms folded, scowling at each other.
"ur just lucky we got interrupted; i woulda finished u harder than ur organ-selling career," growled Billy Joe Jimbob.
"you seem mad," replied gale with a smug grin.
all the girls in the van immediately seized Billy Joe Jimbob's arms before he could smack the native american out of gale.
"damn, thought u commies were all about sharing..." glimmer murmured under her breath.
suddenly the phone rang in her pocket.
"hello??"
"yall got some fuckin debt to pay," said a voice glimmer knew all too well.
"and we will!" she replied
"well you better, he's expecting your bitchass by 4 tomorrow"
the phone hung up.
"who the fuk was that?" asked gale
"sunny malouf. if we don't show up at that gay team 10 house tomorrow we'll all have bounties on our heads!"
clove furrowed her brows. "thought u already paid ur ten percent this month"
"no dude you don't understand. sisley and i had to go to jake paul just to get billy mays earlier. now we owe him, and by extension, u guys do too."
"that doesn't make any s-"
"if that fucker thinks hes gettin his paws on my hard earned cash, hes got another thing coming," said Billy Joe Jimbob. this raised some eyebrows.
"yeah, lets dangle his ass over the team 10 balcony!1!!!" roared marvel
"ya know...i wouldnt mind taking him out myself. being his hitwoman was fun for a while but the faggot's starting to get real stingy," added clove.
sisley and glimmer looked at each other uneasily as their homies contemplated ways to off him.
"guys, we can't just step to jake paul. hes got connections all throughout the bowels of hell, not to mention an army. those acne-riddled jake pauler preteens aint nothing to fuck with."
marvel scoffed, folding his arms. "pfft, we've already taken out several of the great cancers of hell...all in the span of like 24 hours! how hard can one more be?"
glimmer shook her head and sighed.
the collective shrieking of tweenage perpetual virgins began to intensify, much to the crew's bewilderment.
"O FUK MARVEL LOOK FORWARD"
marvel turned back to the front, whereupon he realized his car was plowing straight through a sea of prepubescent fangirls, mowing down several of them at a time and bloodying the windshield.
they crashed through a gate, driving straight onto the front lawn
"AAAEAEAEAGHHHHHHHHHHH" everybody screamed
then the car fell nose-first into the fiery pit known as the team 10 pool.
