"Now we gotta wait till next summer!" Gou complained loudly as soon as Jacked episode 12 had stopped.
"It aint nuthin but a phat thang, right, biatch? Our thugged-out asses have, what, nine months ta chillax?" Rei holla'd.
Makoto nudged Haru fo'sho. "Nine months. Where could we be by then?"
Haru sighed n' rolled his wild lil' fuckin eyes. Jacked had been a big-ass breakall up in fo' him; tha rush of races, tournaments n' tha joy of bein Rinz playa again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. To be honest, his schmoooove ass couldn't straight-up wait until they could start Season 2.
"Yeah yo, but I could straight-up DO mah thang as a manager of tha Iwatobi swim crew when Jacked was on! Now I be just...Kou!"
Nagisa caught a funky-ass butterfly n' flossed Rei. "Look! Da butterfly say dat we shouldn't worry. Just chillax, git on wit our schoolwork n' make freshly smoked up playas. Then, before we know it, Season 2 is ghon be back n' mo' betta then eva."
"Bet thatz how tha fuck all tha fangirls is dealin wit dat shit..NOT," Rin holla'd, surprisin dem hoes cuz dat schmoooove muthafucka hadn't straight-up been invited ta talk. "They want mo' action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They want Haru ta lick me, Haru ta lick Makoto. Basically, tha next episode is ghon be a lick gangbang. For Haru."
"Yeah, finally gettin' some action up in here!" Makoto socked tha air.
Rin smirked, n' Haru sighed again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Can our laid-back asses just be like we used ta be," Haru holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Before Nagisa came, took our asses ta tha oldschool swim club, re-acquainted our asses wit Rin, then demanded we started a swim crew. Before we actually, you know, became the Iwatobi swim crew."
"Chicks dig swimmers now," Makoto holla'd.
"I thought you was gay," Rin holla'd, confused.
"Ummmm, itz on n' off," Makoto insisted.
Da gang went back ta Haruz house. Gou flicked all up in magazines while tha TV boomed, Makoto n' Haru ate mackerel sandwiches all up in tha table (Makoto made tha sandwich, Haru grilled tha mackerel. Dat shiznit was a cold-ass lil couplez activity) n' Nagisa, Rei n' Rin painted they nails.
"Uhhh, thatz what tha fuck hoes do at slumber parties!" Gou cried.
"This be a slumber party?" Nagisa shrieked.
"Duh, you brought yo' chillin bag, right?" Haru axed from tha kitchen, raisin a eyebrow.
"Ohhh snap."
"Yo ass can always share mine, Nagisa," Rei grinned.
Nagisa smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This slumber jam would be one ta remember.
"Yo ass know, seein as we all together now, how tha fuck bout we play some jam games?" Makoto asked.
"Like what?" Gou inquired. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Piggy up in tha Middle, biatch? Nah, dat gives me n' Nagisa a unfair advantage!"
"How tha fuck bout Murder up in tha Dark?" Nagisa piped up, ignorin Gouz rude comment. "I be bout ta tap one of mah thugss head up in tha dark, it could be mine, n' they'll be tha murderer n' shit. When I say go, we strutt round up in tha dark n' tha murderer will pretend ta bust a cap up in people, n' they'll pretend ta take a thugged-out dirt nap. Yo ass must use yo' detectizzle game ta uncover tha murderer!"
"Why don't our laid-back asses just put all tha different rolez up in a funky-ass box, n' we take a slip of paper from tha box n' read it ourselves, then put it back up in n' remember what tha fuck our role is, biatch? There could be Detectizzle or Murderer n' shit. Then our crazy asses have five minutes ta strutt around, sort of find our hidin places, n' when itz dark, tha murderer wears night vision gogglez n' comes ta git us."
"Thatz good!"
"Letz play!"
Soon, they was all ready. "We all have our roles, right?" Nagisa asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Everyone nodded, no muthafucka darin ta make they eyes flicker n' shit. They all stayed still as statues, not wantin ta either expose they posizzle as tha murderer or receive accusations.
"Five minutes before tha lights go out. Go!"
Haru n' Makoto rushed off together n' shit. Da last thang Haru saw was Rin dartin up tha back door before Makoto hustled his ass tha fuck into a cold-ass lil cupboard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "It aint nuthin but mah storage cupboard," Haru whispered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I know what tha fuck we can do. Through here!" Haru opened a secret compartment n' they crawled through.
"Yo crazy-ass secret room, eh?" Makoto holla'd creepily.
"Buzz off, or I be bout ta push you outta dis thang."
"Where is we even going?"
"By tha basement door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. No Muthafucka will find our asses here."
"It aint nuthin but pitch black, Haru."
"Yo ass wanna win dis game, right?"
"Eww, there be a some sort of fungus drippin on mah head."
"I couldn't give a fuckin shit!"
In Haruz bedroom, Rei n' Nagisa dropped ta they stomachs n' wriggled under tha bed, wrappin theyselves up in oldschool bedsheets so they looked like part of tha massive pile of rubbish down there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da lights went up n' Nagisa let up a lil squeal, immediately covered up by Rei. "Wonder how tha fuck any suckas is bustin," Rei muttered.
"They'll be fine," Nagisa whispered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "It aint nuthin but just our asses we gotta be worried about."
"Mmm," Rei holla'd, pushin up his wild lil' freakadelic glasses.
"Ow, Rei! Don't bust a nut on me!"
"Sorry."
Meanwhile, Rin was up in tha back garden, when his hand kicked it wit one of mah thugs's. "Gou?" da thug whispered.
"It aint nuthin but Kou!"
"I be takin dat as a gangbangin' fo'sho, brother, itz mah dirty ass. Letz stick together."
"Alright. This mo' betta not be a trap."
Note: Nuff props fo' readin mah story. I hope ta make mo' Jacked stories, both crack n' serious, on dis account fo' realz. Also, ooh cappin' up in tha dark! Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck do you be thinkin tha 'murderer is', biatch? Remember, they may all be up in crewz of two yo, but one of these playas is tha fake murderer, so some muthafucka is bein betrayed hommie! Prepare fo' mo' biaatch!