TERRYXJACK - OCTASPICE OTP

by Zannatigeris

A FANFICTION EXPRESSING MY TRUE INNER ANGST, ITS NOT JUST A PHASE, ITS THE REAL ME. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T MAKE TROLL COMMENTS YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO READ IT :CCC

octagon

this stop sign is an AWKTAGAWN

And then the octagon expanded to the size of the universe, slowly engulfing all in its raging red path, worlds screaming as the sharp white edge brings the end to everything there, cutting through time and space itself until it is done. Only the stop sign remains. And the last echoes of Jack Black telling us what an octagon is.

In the midst of the carnage, Terry Crews rose against the octagon, a full bottle of body wash clutched in his hand. He raised his gaze to the heavens and screamed, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

As the octagon turned to focus on him, Terry shouted, "OLD SPICE ODOR BLOCKER BODY WASH IS SO POWERFUL IT CAN BLOCK ODOR FOR UP TO 16 HOURS..."

"IT'S POWERFUL ENOUGH TO STOP AN OCTAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

And the horrendous teachings of the octagon suddenly screeched to a halt, warping, fazing in and out of reality, until the cry was enough for the tyrany of the octagon, and it deflated to its original harmless size on the innocent tv show, the universe forever saved by Terry Crews and his almighty Old Spice body wash.