Bee in Dema

(Bee)troot soup

"Why waste the juice stuff from your pimples if it's such a good source of protein and vitamin bee"

Trying to contain my boogers from shooting out of my nose like a rocket on its way to the moon, I tried feeling around. The lights had went dark, of course my natural instinct was to shut my eyes close. Because dark means nighty night for Barry. Unfortunately, now that my eyes are close I'm not allowed to open them until a light goes on, otherwise I'd be going against all morals I have.
I wanted desperately to start licking my armpit to taste the incredible saltiness I contained in my under shoulder holes (as I call them.)

Suddenly the lights go on! I'm blinded when I rip my eyes open and gasp for breath. My eyes drastically scan the room to see who would do such a horrendous thing. I narrow my eyes to deadly, terrifying, intimidating, slits when I see him..... him....... Nico.... That pathetic disgusting excuse of a- wait what is he? I'm about to have a discussion with myself about wether or not he sleeps in adult diapers when my thoughts are cut off by the fool himself.

"Come with me"

I hear a voice nervously saying as they grab at me.

I decide to follow because who knows what kind of toilet cleaner they're about to use on me if I don't.

The voice sounds- not like Nico? But maybe he just got plastic surgery in his vocal cords.

Whoever it is, they don't speak much as we wander through a dark hallway.

I can feel a strong tension. It might just be from the gas I'm holding inside my body right now. Seriously, I think I'm about to pass out. I'm not used to holding it in, but for some reason, I feel the need to be quite.

We reach a metal door and come to a stand still. I awkwardly make eye contact with the person, although it's hard because they're wearing a mask. I decide the only thing that's gonna make this situation less awkward is by cracking one of my jokes.

"Oh toot! It's almost like we're locked in a room with no escape!"

I start hysterically laughing, gasping for breath. Clinging to my stomach like a cockroach on a toaster oven.

Sometimes I surprise myself with my absolute cleverness.

I notice the person didn't even laugh? How is this possible? I don't think I've ever made such an incredible joke in my life and they're just standing there like a naked mole rat with hair.

I shrug it off, not everyone has the brain power to understand my genius mind. That's why I'm the rich one.

But sensing the nervousness, I realize I might have to use my wittiness to help form a plan to unlock the door.

It obviously doesn't take me long, since I am in fact a genius (if I haven't mentioned.) It's time to pitch my idea

"Beetroot soup, my friend"

To be continued

Yes I was supposed to actually update this story, but I'm lazy! Anyway I wrote a new chapter so I hope you enjoyed it
-Noovy 🤘😎👊