Matt's true calling
Disclaimer: nothing, I own nothingMatt and Simon sat out in their front lawn together.
"I have aids." Simon said
"Really?" Replied Matt
"Yup." Said Simon.
"Huh." Said Matt as he watched a car drive past.
"What do you think about it?" Asked Simon, looking over at Matt. Matt looked back and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a few seconds then began moving closer and closer together. Simon was breathing heavily, his heart was racing and their lips drew closer together.
Suddenly the earth violently shook, the ground split open, sucking Simon into a river of hot, boiling lava.
"Simon!" Matt called out as he reached his hand over the side. He was gone and there was nothing Matt could do about it.
Matt sat up in bed, breathing heavily; he got up and went into the hall. He slowly opened Simons door and there was a dark figure standing over Simon. Matt swung the door open and saw the Pillsbury bough boy.
"What have you done?" exclaimed Matt.
"I'm getting you people back for all the years of pain you have cause me." The white, squishy man replied. "All your poking causes me severe bruising in my stomach lining, I have to each through an I.V. because my digestive system wont work right…and it hurts me to poop." Finished the doughboy, he then turned and flew out the window and into the night.
Matt knew what he had to do, he had to seek revenge on the doughboy and put an end to all his baking goodness and fulfill his true destiny.