Ramsay......the final nightmare... | book 3 | √

Pt3. Kinky Frogs

Ramseys POV.

I'm in dear need of an old friend of mine. He was my high-school buddy and lover. And best man at all 19 of my weddings. We'll get into that story later. Anyway.
I float down the dark, wet, stinky ally, and see a door. This is the place. I look at my hand where I wrote the address. But the ink had just evaporated since im an ink repellent ghost for some reason..... I knock on the door but my hand just glides through the handle. I  look around the door frame and see a button that said "ghost button! 'keep away from ghosts" I tap the button, but nothing happens. I notice a label sticking on the side. It read: "ha got ya bitch" I was so mad I could pee, poo, and vomit all down myself and cry. I look and see a window and see my friend smirking his green smirk.  I look closer and see he has something in his hands. Of course, he has a big bag of cocaine. Ahh, the days I used to buy off him and give it to enid... . I shake my head and wave at him. I see him jump down from whatever stool he was using. I hear a click and a clack. Reminding me of Tana. How she failed to impress me, Once again. I smile as I see my old buddy Kermit the frog.  He starts walking away, Waving me in. I look around his house and see a large dress on Kermit's floor along with a large and damp thong, On his Tv. I raise my Eyebrows, not gonna ask any questions.
"so. Miss Piggy around?" I say, asking a question because asking is what I did to do the what.

 "no. Now shut up and tell me what you want you blonde bitch" 
"still dealing are we, Kermit?" I say shaking my head like a disappointed person whos disappointed with someone because they disappointed them.
"nope. This is all mine"  he said. Then started snorting line after line of cocaine.
"what do you. Woah "  Kermit said. Before daydreaming.
"I need to borrow some... Cash.."

Kermit screamed in shock. "Ah," he said screaming in shock.  I swear I saw a couple of tadpoles plip out of his bum.
"THEE Gordon Ramsey apparently has to borrow money off of druggie frogs? What happened to your shows."
"they were cancelled," Gordon says, holding back a tear and a soggy bum truffle.
"There is no reason for them to be cancelled! Other than your dead." Kermit looked at you then at his drugs. Then at you, then his drugs. He kept doing so until he had a large teardrop in his eye. "okay... How much d'you need?" Kermit said. Nearly regretting his decision
"2 monopoly dollars," Gordon said with hope evident in his musty, dusty, crusty, rusty, poop stained looking ass eyes. 

Kermit scrunched up his fabricy looking face, outraged by Gordon's request.
"I don't have that kind of money!"  Kermit screamed. "what do I look like?  BA-JILLIANAIR OR SOMETHING?!? HHM?!" Kermit used some "ghost spray, to keep the ghost away." it was just some piss and milk he found in a bottle when he hijacked a plane to the snowy lands of Mexico. He used a worm so no one could get to it. Worked like a treat! Kermit used the ghost spray on Ramsey and shooed him away. Ramsey looked at him with his Chilli dog eyes.  But Kermit wouldn't budge. He was a tough frog after all.
Ramsey, whimpering  and cold scampered away like the little Rat-ghost he is