quickly they all hopped out the car and climbed out the pool.
rage filled marvel's eyes as the last of his van, truck nuts and all, was incinerated to ashes in the pit.
"that does it!1!! where's that motherfucker??"
they stormed over to the front of the house, pounding loudly on the door.
a young ass kid answered, smiling up at the ashy faces of the disgruntled teens before her.
"sunny malouf we must speak with the big boss immediately," glimmer told the kid.
"right this way"
the door slammed behind them as sunny malouf led them through the extravagant halls of the team 10 hellhouse. along its walls were diagrams of all the team 10 members' weiners, from smallest to biggest: erika costell's, then justin roberts', then sunny malouf's, and of course jake paul's was the largest at an entire 69.0mm.
"U FREELOADERS GOT MY MONEY OR NAH?1!" a voice boomed
"FUCK YOU THATS WHAT WE GOT" retorted marvel
jake paul stepped forward and eyed marvel up and down
"hmm....i'll consider it." he smirked
"but the rest of u faggots, wheres my money? billy mays aint a cheap gig"
clove folded her arms. "how about....u pay me not to carry out a fucking taxidermy on u and ill give that money back as payment?"
jake paul shook his head and clicked his tongue. "oh clove, is this about the fact i didnt give u a raise?? what if, instead, i gave u another sort of raise..." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
he promptly got socked in the face by Billy Joe Jimbob
"o boi, here we go again," muttered gale.
jake paul stepped backwards in shock. then his shock turned to anger, as he pointed his finger at the enormous Billy Joe Jimbob
"SEIZE HIM"
an army of midgets with rich parents jumped out from the furniture and gripped Billy Joe Jimbob by the legs until he tripped and fell with a thud
more of em swarmed the whole crew so nobody could intervene, despite clove sprinting and lobbing children out of her way to try and save Billy Joe Jimbob
they restrained Billy Joe Jimbob by all his limbs and carried him away into jake paul's office, shutting the doors behind him
jake paul grinned at the remaining gang.
"the way i see this, yall have two options. keep on trying to fite me and ultimately meet ur demises, or repay ur debts and continue ur jolly lives in the deepest pits of hell. oh, and since u cunts were so rude, i think im upping my price. i want 666 lamborghinis by the end of this week if u ever hope to see ur precious Billy Joe Jimbob again. the choice is yours."
he cackled before throwing down a smoke bomb and vanishing into thin air, his laugh still resonating through the hall.
they were all thrown out of the house, sunny malouf shutting the door behind em with a wink.
"fuCK FUCK FUCKFUCK FUCK BRO HE HAS BILLY JOE JIMBOB WTF DO WE DO" hollered clove
"I DUNNO ITS NOT LIKE ANY OF US ARE IN POSSESSION OF 666 FUCKING LAMBORGHINIS"
"WELL THEN WHERE THE FUCK R WE GONNA GET THE LAMBOS?!1???"
marvel stepped toward clove, lowering his voice.
"....i think this might just call for a more desperate measure."
clove met his eyes, and her own widened in disbelief. "you don't mean..."
"yes, i really do mean..."
"no way. if we do this, there's no coming back from it. shit could go horribly wrong"
"we have to. there's no other choice. this is our only hope of seeing Billy Joe Jimbob again."
clove gave him a knowing look, eyes cast downward as she reluctantly nodded.
marvel turned toward the group.
"guys......it's time we involve the minecraft youtubers."
