"THE GRATEFUL DEAD", A GROVORTEGA SLASH
Jerry "Garcia" Ortega came home from a Grateful Dead concert.
"Man, I stink, Imma shower".
Jerry goes to the bathroom where Grover is looking at his shampoo bottle.
"How d'y'all get in?"
"This a good shampoo?", asked Lou.
*Crickets*
"I like your hair, can I feel it?"
Grover was bigger than him and towering over him, Garcia, I mean Ortega dared not protest.
"Sure".
*Grover feels Jerry curls*
"Your hair needs some protein, I can give you that. Let's shower!"
"Dafooque", thought Jerry in French. "We is never gonna fit in my tub!"
"Sure we will!"
"You can hear my thoughts?"
"No more talking," said Grover as he dropped trou and turned on the shower.
*Rubber ducky, you are the one..." When Grover was happy, he sang in the shower. Evidently, naked Jerry Garcia was making him very happy.
RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT.
Someone had shot them both through the curtain!
Danno swang the vinyl curtain upon their large, soapy yet bloody corpses.
"I'm grateful they're both dead, now we can have more time to ourselves!", he told McGarrett whose one eye was still behind his smoking machine gun slash rifle AK47 thingie.
He was beaming ear to ear, pleased with the carnage he had unleashed upon these two useless characters.
"Anybody want a spam shrimp burrito?" Kamekona had walked in. "Oh man!"
"No thanks. Do me a favor and clean this mess before Max finds them!", said McGarrett.
Kamekona was very happy to be once again the only large plus sized hottie in Hawaii.
"I am so grateful they're dead, brah!", he said as he bit into his spamshrimpwichito.
"Let's go, Danno!"
"OK, but I am driving this time!"
"Maybe in Jersey, not on your life under my watch."
The two amigos left, their arms wrapped around each others' backs.
PUH PUH PUH PUH PAAAAAAAAAH PUH!