Of Suspicious Janitors and Berry Cakes Pt. 2

Weo was not satisfied. He didn’t like the fact that they lost every single bucketball game. It just wasn’t fair. Times like these made him think of whacking someone. Instead he made a huge time machine and tied everyone up, and threw them in. Including the guys who beat them. Man he was mad. Really mad…

Unbeknownst to the bunch of retards, Fresh Haddock had his own evil plot in mind. He didn’t take them out because they needed a break, he took them out because he wanted to embarrass them in front of billions and billions of people by signing them up for an evil sport called… [insert scary music here] BUCKETBALL! Yes… bucketball was an evil sport of… great evil, because it would embarrass the heroes until they were so embarrassed that they would cry or something. Upon realizing this, Peo and Weo warned everyone and they began jumping on their beds. Tomorrow was the big game…

“Deja Vou” said Peo. Everyone looked at him.

“What?”

“Deja Vou” said Peo. Everyone looked at him.

“What?”

“Deja Vou” said Peo. Everyone looked at him.

“What?”

“Deja Vou” said Peo. Everyone looked at him.

“What?”

“Deja Vou” said Peo. Everyone looked at him.

“What?”

“SHUT UP!” Peo whacked everyone. Hard. Oh he enjoyed it so much…
They still lost every game of bucketball… but that night, Phatty was feeling particularly good. Yup. But no one cares…
Mikee… nevermind.
Peo and Reez decided it was funny to wear masks and rob innocent little girls of their… ‘chocolate’. Oh yes… the chocolate bandits were feared all over the world… or at least on the 22nd floor… in one of those rooms…
Meanwhile, Weo was wallowing in self-pity, pondering the very meaning of his existence, his life that is the meaningless void… but no one cares. And alone he slept, and he wept, as he crept, in his depth, to accept, his inept, but except, he cant figure out why his mind is thinking in rhymes. He’s alone. Oh well, he’ll get used to it.
Meanwhile, everyone else, was busy doing their own thing, like shopping or sleeping or something. But, no one cares. Do you? Don’t answer that. Go away. More Tomorrow.

Hah. I kid you.

The END.

Or is it…

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No it not so.