The hungry canadian began to get hangry, ignoring North's rude comment coming from the next room as he steamed over the abduction of his wifi wifey. The hole in the wall was causing a bit of a draft though, and this was more important in this moment. Ralph raised an empty can of Flex Seal Spray™ into the air, yelling "I HAVE THE POOOOWEEERRRR!" as he transformed into Phil Swift™
"To prove the amazing power of Flex Seal Spray™, a boat of a woman crashed through the second story of this apartment wall. As you can see, it leaks!" Ralph Swift unzipped his pants and pissed all over the lawn below through the hole. "But with the power of flex seal-" he began applying flex seal spray, literally rebuilding the wall with it. Coat after coat, he went through the entire can, but only making a small black spot of progress. "Aw crap hold on, well you have to make sure to make multiple even coats!" He took out another can, spraying the entire thing on, only making another small dent.
"Just hold on I got this-" the mighty meaty man Phil Swift continued to spray can after can. Eventually, after seven months, a literal mountain of empty spray cans was laying beside Gwyn's bed, which harley's rotting corpse lay on. A big black mass of rubber filled the hole, Phil Swift panting, a starved skeleton hanging onto life.
"With.. the... power of FLex... seal..." he spat on the flex seal wall, the last of his moisture, which simply slid down and hit the floor. "With time.. see... it really... WORKS!!" Phil Swift abruptly died, then as his body shriveled away, Ralph was left standing there, dazed and confused.
"W-what happened..." Ralph said, then shook his head. "god what stinks?!" he looked over at the corpse. "Oh, right. Shit."
Ralph had been possessed for so long, he almost forgot what was at hand. What will he do? Will ralph get his baby boo back?
FInd out in the next episode of DrAgOn bAlL Z!!!
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Yeet Saga: Origins
General FictionThis is book one of the Yeet Saga, posted purely for archival purposes. The quality will be lower, and the jokes may be dated.