"Wait a seccond... Mitch, slap me on the side of my head again..." Jerome mutters.
"Gladly," I mumble as I whack him as hard as possible.
"I REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE DISPLEASED! Well.. I think I know..." Jerome mutters.
"Really?!?" I ask.
"Yeah!" Jerome shouts.
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"When you died in DRM, you got shot in the stomach, right..?" Jerome asks.
"Yeah..." I mutter coldly.
"Maybe because of that, you have digestive problems! Does your stomach hurt all the time...?" Jerome asks.
"Yeah..." I repeat.
"Then it's that! All you have to do is poop!" Jerome shouts, with excitement in his voice.
I never heard the word Poop so cheerfully.
"YEEEAAH! Out of this book we go!" Jerome screams.
"How will I poop if half my stomach is gone..?" I ask.
"Chuck norris Mitch, Chuck norris." Jerome states.
Sounds convincing to me!
~ten hours later~
I walk out of the bathroom.
My smile... It has returned!
"Mitch! You're.... Pleased!" Jerome cheers!
"Yay!" I shout. I never thought I'd ever be pleased again.
As we are cheering, an arrow lands in Jerome's stomach.
NO.
JEROME WILL BOT BECOME DISPLEASED.
Jerome becomes displeased.
The end :3.
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FanfictionI'm displeased. (From MangoKiwi's Displeased Mitch creation. It's very displeasing to see if you don't follow her yet.)
