This is not a serious story. It is intended for comedic purposes only.
Steven walked into Quizno's, his tummy growling.
"MY TUMMY IS GROWLING!" He screeched at the top of his lungs.
Everyone looked up at him, staring coldly.
A morbidly obese man with spaghetti falling out of his mouth shook his head, angry.
Steven saw that the only spot left was next to a certain flame-headed boy, and he took a seat, his jowls quivering.
"Whoa, like, like, who are you." The flame haired boy asked, a whip crack sound effect happening every time he moved his limbs in the slightest.
"My name is STEEEEEEEEEEVVVVEEEEEEENNNNNN!" Steven screamed again.
"Cool, I'm Johnny Test. Watch this," the boy said.
He walked up to the counter and took out a gun and a large sack with a € sign on it.
"GIVE US ALL YOUR FREAKIN' MONEY!" Johnny demanded, whip cracks booming throughout Quizno's.
The terrified cashier put millions of dollars into the bag, and Johnny put his arm around Steven.
"Let's go to Blockbuster's now," Johnny said calmly, and the two walked out the door, kissing. WITH TONGUE!
"mmm...toasty!" Steven said. For Johnny had lit him on fire and was now running away with the money.
The end.