GANG X ICONS

Brodie X Ninja

'Twas the eve of New Years, 2004. 

New York was a picturesque, lit-as scene of utter magnificence. A swarm of anxious and restless retards confined pitiful Brodie to a damp, dank, corner below a pineapple tree, right in the midst of the crowd. Waves, hollers and body rolls consumed the folk about him, the occasional individual collapsing into Brodie's embrace, spreading saliva and aids about like peanut-butter jelly in a hot day in the Ral-Acid rice fields.

Brodie, a rambunctious young real-estate agent looking for love, gazed upwards at a tall, telephone-tower-like stage. Sweat trickled down his pubescent beard, caught on a battlefield of ingrown hairs, as he awaited his icon's reveal. The 18ft tall black midget beside him, Luyee, began howling and whipping the wind with excitement, it was time. 

The spunky big boy himself stepped out flossing, thrusting his pelvis so passionately and powerfully in all directions, a majestical display that captivated Brodie. Ninja's auburn-red hair flailed down his back, the pressure of his thrusts displayed in an agonizing expression printed on his face.

 He bit his lips furiously, cheekses reddening immensely, veins began protruding as he swang his arms to the right, and to the left, right, left, right, left. 

"COME ON EVERYOONEEEE-AH!" the beast squealed, taking the L so hard right now. 

The floor thundered tremendously as the 29ft black midget, Luyiee, wormed his way through the crowd. Brodie grabbed onto his pants' label and made his way towards the stand. Finally at the top, Brodie one-punched Luyee back to China and approached Ninja, who was now having a stroke.

Ninja sighed at the sight of the lack of commotion, his efforts were to no avail. Suddenly...

thud, thUd, THUD

He turned to the sexciest sight the unhappily married prepubescent entrepreneur had ever seen; Brodie was taking the L (a gorgeous sight amidst the chaos of New Years Eve).

G-Fuel flavoured tears trickled down Ninja's neck, "I don't know how to thank you, handsome young stranger."

"Brod, call me Brod Ral-Acid," he whispered, licking the tears off Ninja's chin. 

Time stood still, amidst the obnoxious booing and death threats of millions of raging pre-teens, Ninja and Brodie gazed into each others gaping mouths and felt to be the luckiest two alive. 

"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME," wailed Ninja at the mega boring crowd, Brodie dragging him into Ral-Acid's Hollywood trailer. 

"You need to carm down bröther, have some G-Fuel," Brodie regurgitated the sweet tears he stored in his air sacs earlier, Ninja chugging gleefully. 

Ninja pounced onto him mid-drink, "I'm not actually married you know, it's all a front. She's the king of Siberia, my roommate." 

"Gooood to knowww," Brodie murmured, leaning in to Ninja's ear, ripping off his earring with his teeth. 

Ninja moaned out in simultaneous grief and pleasure, grabbing Brodie by the neck and slamming him repetitively into the mini-fridge. Brodie couldn't help but swoon at this arousing display of dominance assertion. 

"You know you took that L really goodly out there, maybe you could take my V. You down, Brod?" 

Without hesitation, Brodie nodded and backed up into a corner, he noticed a picture frame beside him. It was Sabrongi Ral-Acid riding a motorcycle with Ninja, but she was in front. A sinking feeling settled in Brodie's stomach, his veins running cold. In urgency, he swallowed the photo and proceeded to watch Ninja sexy-dance-strip-time towards him. 

"I'm not seeing enough movement," Ninja exclaims, provoking Brodie's worry.

 As he was preparing for Ninja's inverted dick, a sudden banging on the trailer's door awoke the pair of their trance. Ninja slid into a pillowcase and opened the door, allowing Ral-Acid to tumble through. 

"Baby, what is you doing," questioned Ral Acid, eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm here to claim what's mine, hoe. I know you ain't treat my mans goodly," Brodie donkey kicked Ral-Acid in the pelvis out the door. 

"Listen, Ninja, I didn't just donkey kick Ral-Acid for us, "

"What is it babesy, you know you can tell me anything,"

"I'm going through hard times, I'm prostituting my baby so I can feed us. Please..."

"Say no more," Ninja ripped open his pillowcase trousers to allow $500060000 tumbling out, "Who is your baby anyway? I need to meet my future child."

Brodie vaccuumed the money before letting out a howl. The 19ft black baby, Luyee, wormed his way into Brodie's legs, Ral-Acid clenched in its Jaws. 

"This, my dear, is MY babesy, and his name's actually Juyee Bonner, I'm sorry,"

"BrOD NO. MY DICK ISN'T ALWAYS INVERTED-"

An in an instant, Brod was off on Juyee, milky tears streaming off his chin and into Juyee's mouth. "I'll never forget you babesy."

The End