The green thot arrives

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SLAM

Cioccolata always slammed the door to assert his dominance.

STOMP

He crushed a beach mouse who came too close to his feet.

GRIN

He grinned evily. This kid was absolutely despicable. And he loved it.

He paid no regard to the dead mouse In the parking lot or his blood covered sandals.

He walked up to a green haired boy building a sand castle.

"That castle of yours better have an army to defend it, cause I'm about to take the throne."

The boy only laughed at Cioccolata's warning. Cioccolata grinned and stomped on the castle.

"As the new king of this land, I banish you." He said to the boy, who was mourning the sandcastle he worked so hard on.

"Fra! He destroyed my work! What am I supposed to do?" He said, looking over to his blond haired brother.

"...he did what?!" His brother said angrily

His brother stomped over to Cioccolata to confront him.

"Careful Prosciutto! That's the guy who stabbed Sorbet!" Shouted Gelato, holding on tighter to his boyfriend

"So you think you can come out here and bully my little brother, huh?" Prosciutto sneered

"Yes, yes I do. And what about it?" Cioccolata responded.

"Gelato also said you stabbed Sorbet too?"

"The little bitch was annoying me. Kept sweet-talking his man. It was gross. So I stopped him." Cioccolata grinned. He knew  how to escalate a fight. He was ready to have another stab victim today.

"Walk away right now and you won't get hurt you green ugly thot..." Prosciutto said angrily.

"Hmf." Cioccolata walked off. Ghiaccio had brought his dog to the beach with them. While Cioccolata was walking away, he kicked ghia's dog.

"Alright now you're getting your ass kicked cagna!" Prosciutto yelled running up to Cioccolata

He struck the green bitch in the face.

Cioccolata responded by sweeping him off his feet and pinning him to the ground with his foot. He leaned over and said to Prosciutto, "Don't try fighting me if you don't want to become my next stabbing victim."

He took his foot off his chest and walked over to lay down his beach towel.

Sorry if this is a little edgier. I felt like writing a fight scene

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