This was requested by my amigo sweettaepatato sorry this is so fookin bad. ;-;
-ya boi
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You're chained. To a freakin' wall. It sounds kinky but it isn't. You see, the Port Mafia decided to go to your bakery and ask for your recipe. Your recipe contains a healing ointment for all wounds, you give it to some or none.
Of course ya bish says no. They ain't stealing the krab- I mean cookie formula. They will use it to be INVINCIBLE! Is what they do ya know?
So, that's how ya ended here, because the myuddafreken rookie mafia were stupidass crackheads. You could just take the cookies and think you will be invincible forever. Since, it is like apple juice. It makes you jumpy and strong and shit for a while. Y'all sleep in a matter of seconds. Maybe it would be a form of narcotics, but hey! I ain't a clue on who they be trippin on.
You're stuck, ya ain't strong. Ya boi is as strong as a frekin eggheadass bihh. So, there comes this bishass boii. He was a ginger or somethin' With a funny lookin ass hat. A frekin fedora ya know? So, he walked up ta me and said (ya like jazz): "What the frick are you doing here?" i squinted and sawy old slumbuddy. Chuuya.
I had a crush on him or some shit. So, I replied: "CHUUYA! IDIOT! ARE YA FOOKINNSTUPID?! MY COOKSIES ARE DELICIOUS BUT YA JUST GOTTA ASK! NOT THREATEN THE SHIT OUTTA ME AND KEEP ME IN A KINKY CAGE! "
His fookin reply was like: wut?
He took a key and freed me like the fookin princess of i want a bagel and I slapped that bishass.
Of course ya boi appolozefa and wr got shm ivecream. We went on some shitass dates ya knwow kivkin it iff and we eventuallg got married.
And that chirren is how I met ya pa.
(D/N) and (S/N) (twins) torted: wit the fuck.
BISH TA AUNT SAYING THAT SHIT ON LIFE!
This was my firs proper fic. Well proper, I can't really say that but please give me tips on writing or something else. I hope you enjoyed! (For some reason) Peace out!
