Pt. 35

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Swift: I'm tired...

Rebel: *drinks soda* Tired of what?

Swift: Tired of looking at yo ugly ass!

Caesar: DAMN! YOU AINT HAD TO HIM LIKE THAT MA! *dies laughing*

Duff: *sobbing* I'm so sorry daddy— I mean Daniel. I didn't know that you were gonna get me

pregnant!

Daniel: -mind- What the fuck...?

Anthony: I can't stand these dramas wit the black people in them!

Caesar: Why? -_-...

Anthony: The actors! They too....DARK!

Caesar: Don't try me nigga. I thought dis conversation wuz dun.

Anthony: *snickers* I lied.

Blackout: I suddenly have this loving sensation for Anthony.

Anthony: NIGGA HUH—?!

PB: You can thank me!

Blackout: Come here baby. Let's go fuck! *runs toward Anthony*

Anthony: *screams and jumps out of window landing right onto his ballsack—*

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-!

Rebel: *thrusts into Duff* I'm sorry. I had a boner~!

Duff: *moans* UG- fuck~ ah~!

Daniel: *blushes* Mah dick hard now—

PB: I am sorry for this...

Ghost: It's okay. I've been through worse. *haves PTSD*

MC: I wish we were in the book more.

PB: Mm, no.

MC: Aw....

Swift: Rebel, I have to tell you something important.

Rebel: Yes...?

Swift: I'm pregnant-

Rebel: FUCK YEAH—

Swift: But I don't know who the daddy is!

Everyone: *gasps*

Duff: Oh my-

Anthony: *runs back into house, slams door then locks it* I got Caesar pregnant a looong time

ago—

Caesar: *slaps Anthony twice* DONT SAY THAT SHIT!

Anthony: YOU DONT HIT ME BITCH!

Caesar: AT LEAST I AINT GAY!

Anthony: WELL AT LEAST I AINT—....wait a minute...

Swift: What-...? I know he lyin...

Caesar: THATS RIGHT! I LIKE GIRL BUTTS NOW! NOT BOY BUTTS!

Anthony: *laughs* Please tell me this is a joke.

Caesar: N-no I-it's not...uh.. *sweats, looks at PB, pulls PB* Me and PB fuckin naw!

Everyone: WHAT—!

PB: HUH?!

Caesar: Yup.

PB: HELL NO! DONT NO BODY WANNA DATE YO UGLY ASS!

Anthony: *raises hand, yells* I do!

Rebel: I don't give a fuck bout yo feelings.

Anthony: Well I give a fuck bout yo skin color and you attracting more heat than cold so could you

back the fuck up?

Rebel: FIRST OF ALL—!

Duff: *screams, groans in pain* IM IN LABOR!!

PB: Oops...

Everyone: *panics* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-!

PB: *face palms self* Why do I write these things...? ;-;

To be continued

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