Beecause of You

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Chapter Two Beecause of You

"One can only be thicc to a certain extent, otherwise you'll be called out for flexing, a phony, but ah, I'm rich, lol"
-Barry Bee Benson 2014
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Barry: thoughts my head was in a fluster of thoughts, the words echoed in my mind "you know me Barry." Should I be scared? Petrified? I felt a fart coming, but I had to compose myself, I could not give into this person... This internet, umm... BULLY! I then realized I've been lost in thought for a few minutes, which was probably awkward for Nico.. or should I even call him that? A fraud! He's just that type of guy who'd spend years to become a billionaire just to buy a Gucci wallet and become "the coolest flexer of the century."

Nico: thoughts I studied him in immense detail, looking at his soulless little devilish eyes, that peered into my soul with only the deepest desire to poop in someone's latte if they didn't want to give him their bank details. His hair looked sleep deprived with a layer of dandruff on it, his lips were so messed up from all the lip injections I could barely see where they were, I say as he grits his teeth and licks his lips, though so crusty his tongue got stuck a few times, his body, was black and yellow? Or yellow and black? His butt was thicc from all the plastic surgery and butt lifts he's done, his stinger sat slightly off centered, which was driving me nuts. It seemed like he was snapping out of his spiral of thoughts, so I quickly did the same

Barry: "what do you mean you... know me?"

Nico: "Well... remember when we were in court?"

Barry: "yeah what about it?"

Nico: "your friend... what's his name?"

Barry: "Arnold?"

Nico: "no, umm"

Barry: "Adam?"

Nico: "yes him..."

Barry: "what does he have to do with this? I haven't seen him in forever, after I pooped in his latte for not giving me his bank details and then he got mad and didn't talk to me after that"

Nico: "ah, classic... Well he's... The reason..." thoughts I pause, wondering if I should remind Barry of the incident... This was a dark part of my life... and I wasn't sure if Barry... Barry, of all people could be trusted with such emotional experiences, but then again... it was his fault... But... Maybe he's changed.. But this is Barry, Barry Bee Benson... I swallowed, choking on a hair I had in my shrimp salad. And decided it was time...

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