Wow. I'm back. Two years after Shoes was published, and six months after the last part, I'm back. I keep coming back. What the fuck.
Holy shit. This is like a relapse. It's 1:40 in the morning, so you know this shit'll be awesome!
PART FIVE.
I'm going to throw in a little twist this time around. Who wants a little gay? Anyone? Eh, fuck you, no one reads these anyway.
ENJOYPARTFIVEYOUASSHOLES. :P
Oh, another weekend with the Flock. Max and Angel were talking fashion and helping each out work on their rebuttals.
"FUCK YOU BITCH, YOU AIN'T MISS THANG!" Angel did a three-snap Z in the air with her arm, the other dangling on her hip, which stuck our as she leaned on her other side and flapping her wings in intimidation.
"It's better." Max smiled, nodding. "I like the pizzazz you put in your snaps. Just make sure to coordinate with your wing flaps. And it's BETCH. BETCH."
Hope you had fun the spotlight, because you ain't getting it this time, girl.
Elsewhere, Gazzy and Nudge was running in circles and vomiting from disorientation. They're cool like that. We'll check back in with them later.
Our two divas we're concentrating on this go around is Fang and Iggy. They're tight like my crotch, but they've gone through a lot of shit. A little seriousness into an otherwise silly franchise never hurt anyone. And the unresolved past was about to rear its fucked-up, Star Jones-ugly asshead thing.
Fang's phone went off as they were just settling in after a marathon.
Of Captain Planet.
Just kidding, they were fucking.
"Who be that?" Iggy asked, still panting from giving.
"NIGGA HOW SHOULD I KNOW" was Fang's response, an exclamation hinting at how peeved that he did all the taking in the previous three hours. His hand broke shit as he reached for the conflabbit device, answering with a "What."
"Hey, it's your X."
"It's 8 in the morning. What the shit do you want you worthless fuck of a whore."
"Mmmm….I miss it when you compliment me, baby. I'm horny."
DRAMA ALL UP IN THIS SHIT.