John had been on tour for weeks, and duo missed him very very much. Everyday he dreamed ab johns tiny tiny slong, and how he would caress it with his tiny feathery flippers. On day he got fed up with his lonely, horny bird life in new york city, where him and john resided as "best friends," after his previous wife anna died from unknown causes three days after he caught john green handed in the kohls parking lot, if yknow what i mean ;) and by that i mean with duos green lil feathery cock in his mitts. The new york police department was too busy busting underprivleged marijuanna dealers to solve the "suicide," so duo got off scott-free.
Despite this obviously accidental death, duo felt little guilt, and all he could think about was john. He looked at the clock, it read 3:30pm and john's show was at 4, he knew what to do. He grabbed his phone and called into the chicago theather with an anonymous bomb threat, evacuating it immediately.
Soon a call from john followed, he answered immediately, "what's poppin lanky boyyyy? kisses!!"
John responded, "This is not a time for laughs, theres been a bomb threat."
"Oh noseee," Duo smirks, "Who could've done thatttt?"
John knew duos nature and got very very scared, "Duo you didn't! This is terrible. I am very angry at you feather brain"
"You hear me twink boy, you can't tell me what to do. Alrighty?"
John felt defeated, his career was on the line, and for what? A 7 foot owl with a massive slong? Yes, and he would do anything to keep his birdie boy.
"I'm on my way, my time of arrival is 5:00, please clean your butthole accordingly." He then hung up without saying goodbye, he was mad. He grabbed his skippy jon jones backpack rather aggressively and inside he placed a bag of worms, 12 tabs of acid, half a gram of coke, a peach redbull and a bottle of fish oil. On his head he placed a galaxy print snapback and on his little toesies osiris sneakies.
He scaled the side of the building, and when he jumped, he flew. He was chicago bound baybee.
