As beautiful Justin was clubbing his bubble-butt away, the wind of Babylon blowing his long luscious golden locks, he heard a thump come from the roof. He suddenly saw Micky scoot over beside him.
"Hey omg did you just hear dat Justin? I m SACRED. If Ben was hear, he would PROTECT ME!~~!"
Justin rolled his baby blue eyes. Micky was such a buzz-kill.
He shrugged at Micky, continuing to dance his way around sexy sexy older men, when suddenly, everyone stopped dancing. Justin turned to where everyone's focus was.
"Wattup motherfuckaz." A super tall, bald, muscly, buff man with sunnies on head-butted Micky across the room. Micky went flying into Emmett's big gappy tooth hole.
"NOT MUH BABY!" LanternJaw, AKA Professor Ben Bruckna roared, and came running full speed up to the baldy. However, just as he was about to approach him and knock him out, the baldy lifted his leg and sent Lantern Jaw flying through the walls.
"Don't fuck with me, faggot." The baldy said colm and rationally, "You forgettin' one thing homies. I run this place. This BRAZIL MOTHERFUCKAZ."
Bravely, Justin approached him comically. "HOMEZ, YOU'RE FORGETTING ONE OTHER THING. THIS IS BABYLON"
With that, the entire club pulled out their machete dildos, anal-bead grenades, super-glue-lube, and explosive buttplugs and electric nipple clamps.
The baldy looked around, amused. And laughed like an old cow.
"You think that shit phase ME!:! I'M FUCKING VIN DIESEL."
With that, the baldy shitted out a grenade and bolted out of the club. The grenade went off, and Justin died.
The end.