This very short story is not supposed to offend RRB/PGG supporters, so please don't be offended! (I am one myself.) What is said in this story is purely for the comedy. With that said, enjoy! P.S. Sorry for so many updates I just kept getting better ideas ^^''
Boomer was wide-eyed and trembling. Butch had his arms folded and a quizzical eyebrow raised whereas Brick just stood there, right eye twitching and mouth agape.
"Wait, what?"
The professor sighed and shook his head. "You were created using Mojo's and the girls' DNA. In effect, where Mojo is your father, the girls are your mothers and have the right to go to court to try to win custody of you boys."
Brick and Boomer's expressions remained very much the same however, Butch pointed out blatantly, "That is some mixed up shit."
Despite his choice of words, the professor nodded along. "Yes, it is, rather."
Here, Brick stepped in, arms raised. "Wait, hold it. You mean to tell me that these sick people," he points to the narrator and several other members of the audience (earning a corresponding, 'Oi!' to which he sticks his tongue out at), "have been writing about us," he gestures to his brothers and the girls, "falling in love and doing… stuff… When they're our parents?"
This caused several different reactions from the gathered party.
All the girls gasped, having been unaware of fanfiction until this point. Boomer fainted. Bubbles covered her ears and ran in circles whilst screaming, "EW! EW! EW! EW!" Blossom adopted a similar expression to Brick's earlier one, whereas Buttercup just stood and, whilst walking out of the room, said, "Excuse me, I have to go vomit now…"
The professor just stood in the middle of the ensuing chaos, shoulders slumped and sighing.
"I knew this was a bad idea…"
"That is some SERIOUSLY fucked up shit."
"Shut up, Butch, we know."
END