Whitney Temperatures

Detention Squad

Birth of Faggotry

Chapter Juan

JUST LETTING YOU KNOW, WE OWN ALL THESE "CHARACTERS." DON'T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU OTHERWISE.

Prologue

In a universe collided by bulshittery, a single tear fell from the cheek of the Messican smash lord. He could forget losing to post-retcon Metaknight, but he could never forget the memories of detention. Jesus Macias was laughing so hard that his ovaries were popping, all while looking at the jealous faces of his noble peers. The faggot only had to serve one hour of detention, and Joe the hoe let it slide. The others got double the hours. Clark, by soul, was part of this feud. When he wasn't jerking off to dank memes, he would cry for the sake of the other racially diverse assholes in da crew. But Mr. Spratt had further plans to rape Brayan, Jay, Clark, Jesus and Noah up the ass.

"Sir, we have a problem. The mafia boss didn't receive the index of our Gatorade shipments to his lair. The kids love that shit," said the hot blonde assistant.

"Pipe down, bitch," replied Spratt, "I got an idea. Gather up the saddest faggots in the school and have them take the blame. In fact, I got a perfect idea of who they should be. It'll still be in Whitney's name, so we shouldn't have a problem. How much are we making off of this? Like 40k or some shit? It's worth it. Feed the kids some bullshit about this being a secret mission or some other crap. The damn principal should've told me she worked for the mafia before asking to hire me. Like, damn."

"What will the sub group be called? The boss might ask for regular shipments from them."

"We'll call them what that other team of faggots was called…..THE DETENTION SQUAD!"

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"Why the fuck are you assholes bringing me along?" asked the skateboarding beanie faggot.

"Shut the fuck up, Clark," said the Asian kid, "You're coming with us."

Beside these two jackasses, there were Brayan, the god of the Mexican people and Jay, the neckbeard. Oh yeah, and that asshole Jesus, too. Some guy on the loud speaker called them in through the office. As they made their way in, Mr. Spratt came up to welcome them.

"Ah, welcome. Now, I've got a deal for you troublesome little shits. Make it happen consecutively until you graduate, and I'll take the detention off your record. Hell, I'll make sure you won't get into a crappy college."

"What kind of deal is it?" inquired the curly haired Messican.

"Let's just say it's a delivery service. You'll be operating under the title of 'The Detention Squad.'"

"But," began Clark, "I've never even been in detention."

"Quiet, cunt. You're coming along with these other rejects for this job no matter what. The more the merrier. Now, what I need you guys to do is attack me with everything you got."

"Anything goes?" Jay asked. "I've been waiting to fuck your shit for a while, now."

"Yeah, well, none of you losers are going to get very far. I've been taking Fagbo Ballet classes for almost twenty years now. I will shit fury all over y-"

Clark was already chilling on his skateboard on top of Spratt's head. Meanwhile, Jesus summoned Mario while Brayan put on his hair gel. Noah's first Rainbow Fist to Mr. Spratt's genitalia had little to no affect.

"Woah!" Noah exclaimed. "Spratt man's got no nards!"

Spratt quickly countered with his Fagbo Ballet. With a very flamboyant leap, he knocked over Clark who could no longer chill on his skateboard while smashing his knee into Noah's face. Jay scratched Spratt's left ass cheek with his flaming leather shoes, and Brayan already got his hair sharp as fuck. Plucking off a piece of his hair, he aimed it towards Spratt, whose reflexes were just 2speed. Knocking Jay and Jesus aside, he deflected the faster-than-bullet hair flick back at Brayan. Blood from Brayan's sharp wound spilled all over the area, but the nearby secretaries that were watching gave little to no shits. Rolling on the ground, defeated, The Detention Squad moaned in fury.

"Well," remarked Spratt, "you guys are weak as shit, but I'm going to send you guys for the shipment anyway. Be ready by afternoon tomorrow. You can leave now. Oh, and stop spilling blood all over the carpet, asshole."

"What a dick," commented Brayan, who was putting pressure on his wound.

As the horny teens walked away from the scene, another shadowy figure came in to meet Spratt. He was of a short stature while on the chubby side.

"Oh, hello," greeted Spratt. "You're the boss, right? First time I've seen you in person. Mr. Kang, was it? Well, we gathered some people who were actually available to fulfill the drug quotas. It should be delivered to you tomorrow."

"Good," replied the short male, "All according to plan, I see. I hope my brother hasn't been too much trouble for you."

Jesse removed his hat to reveal his face. He had to try his best to sound badass, being a mafia boss and all.

End of Chapter 1