A frickin' encounter with the sweet frickin prince
Sammy's face gleamed brightly with sweat and red heat as he picked up is sonic figures and his battered fan when his mother walked in.
"Hey sammy, we have to talk about our move to the UK",
"GET OUT OF MY FRICKIN' ROOM MOM". Sammy bursted into flames while releasing his ultimate reptard screech,
"LIKE SOOOOONNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!" Sammy was clearly disgruntled and got an awkward boner. His mom stared at it lustfully, spaghetti already out the pockets.
"GET OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!". Fast forward another day, the big move to the fine frickin province of Dulwich, Sammy was not clever enough to enter Dulwich College but the examiners felt bad and let him in.
"And what is your birth date, Mr Bores?"
"12th June 1998".
"Close enough, welcome to year 10 Mr Bores! You will be in 10C!"
Sammy walked cautiously through the endless corridors of the south block, surrounded by his bodyguards: Fabien, Brucey, and Yehad. Sammy stumbles into the classroom only to get a boner so raging that it could open a youtube channel called 'MultiMarioSonic'. Shamindra, the one and only sweet prince, flicked the smooth locks of his dark hair to the right. White milk on the floor.
"I guess you're the new guy" Said shamindra in his usual seductive tone. Sammy grabbed shamindra by the tie and forcefully pulled him into the disabled toilets. "Oh my frickin' gosh your so fRICKIN AMAZING SIR!".
"Just call me... Tossa Te Ratna..." moaned Shamindra,
"oOOOAH FRICK FRACK ME TOSSA!1111111111111"
"Gladly"...
Sonics the name speeds my game!
An original piece writted by a willing suiter to the sweet prince