Disclaimer: I do not own Dude, that's my ghost
"Hey, Billy, why don't you like chunky peanut butter?"
"That's a deep story bro-caprio"
"You don't know, do you" it was more a statement then a question
"What-pfft, course I know, it's me who doesn't like chunky peanut butter"
Flashback
Billy Joe cobra is practicing in his dressing room for his concert, he's trying some new dance moves while playing his keytar, he stops briefly to eat a spoon full of chunky peanut butter, and then continues, suddenly the chunks get caught in his throat and he can't breathe, he tries to spit out the peanut butter, he tries to call for help but he can't make anything other than a gagging sound, he tries to reach for a bottle of water but it's too late...
End of Flashback
Recognition flashes briefly over Billy's face, only to go quick as it came
"Well, I did know, but I forgot"
"You forgot why you don't like chunky peanut butter?" Spencer asked with a look of disbelief
"Hey, it happens bro-train"
My first dtmg fic, with some bro-pun's I made myself :3
R & R :D
