Paul Prenter, the evil trashcan bitch face king that ruled the land sat on his great throne, waiting impatiently for the dimwitted Professor Sheffield to return with what he asked for. At last the door to the throne room opened and in walked the man himself, death on two...oh wait. He floated in on a hovering chair actually and in his possession he held a red guitar that the motherfucker stole damn him. XD
"My liege!" he shouts excitedly. "I've got it, I've got it, my liege, hahaha!"
King Prenter smiled his evil smile with his stupid pedo mustache. "Ah very good."
Professor Sheffield floated on over to the throne and handed the guitar over to the evil king who took it.
"Excellent work, Professor," King Prenter says. "I have another job for you." He motioned towards the table beside his throne.
The Professor floated closer to the table, inspecting it with his magnifying eye piece and could see that the table was missing a leg. His first thought to tell his bitch ass was to just buy a new damn table but he thought better of it because Prenter is a bitch and has a bad temper.
"Ah I think I see the problem," Sheffield says. "I will see what I can do. So just give me a moment and will come back later."
"Don't be too long," Prenter says to the departing Professor.
The Professor turned back to face the king and laughed nervously. "I will be as quick as I can, my lord."
"We don't want a repeat of last time, do we now?" the king asks with a raised eyebrow.
Sheffield cringed inwardly as a shiver ran down his spine making him laugh again. "Definitely not. Uh...I will go now."
"I don't want to have to get the duct tape out again," Prenter says.
Sheffield's one good eye widened. "Y-Y-Yeah, I-I-I mean n-no," he stammers nervously. "I don't want the duct tape again. Umm...goodbye now."
Turning back around, the Professor practically flew from the throne room and back to his lair. It was the one place he could talk as much shit as he wanted.
"DuCt TaPe," he says in a mocking tone, imitating the king. "I'll give him the fucking duct tape. Stupid fucking arsehole! I'll come down here, I'll show him where the duct tape is. I'll show him where to stuff it! Stupid fucker! All I do all day is try to sort his stupid fucking problems out! Arsehole, I fucking hate that fucking stupid fucking bitch!"
He carried on with his intense venting which went on for another ten minutes until eventually he calmed his ass down and got back to work.
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𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘆'𝘀 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 (𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻/𝗖𝗕𝗙𝗗 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘆)
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