"Why won't anyone play table tennis with me?" yelled Class violently. "I will play table tennis with you, baby." Said Sebsta. So they played some table tennis. "Wow, you are so good at this; I just want to suck your dick right off!" "You can suck my dick." Class kneeled before him and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his wanger so that he could bang her. "And Class was true to his word, and he sucked that dick clean off. "What the fuck?!" cried Sebsta. "I gave you proper warning didn't I?" hisses Class as his head turns around 720 degrees. And so Sebsta took his table tennis paddle and smacked his head off with such skill that Class would want to suck him off again. Alas, Class was now slain.
It was that moment that Schulz walked in. He gasped looking upon Class' bloody, dead body and watched as his spinal cord wiggled to and fro. "What the fuck did you do to my husbando?" he cried. "It's not what it looks like! He sucked my dick right off!" And it was then that Schulz ripped his pants off and exposed the hole where his penis used to be. "He always does that! And you killed him!" Sebsta looked at him stupefied. "Murderer! Murderer!" Schulz cried. "No! I didn't know!" The other band members flocked into the room and saw the horror before them. "Murderer! Murderer!" they chanted. They began drawing a pentagram on the floor and the ceiling, and Chris crawled joints out of line across said ceiling. The pentagram began to glow; it was too late to escape. Schulz whipped out his level 72 wizard staff and banished Sebsta to an alternate dimension.
He wakes up, in his bed. It was all just a dream! He sighed with relief and went downstairs to find that Class was upset. No one would play table tennis with him! "I'll play table tennis with you." Sebsta said. And Sebsta was so good at it that Class wanted to play another game, and then proceeded to suck his dick off. "Son of a bitch!" Sebsta exclaimed. "Fuck this, I'm getting a vagina."