Chapter Two: Love, Lust, and Revenge.

Alex was flustered. In front of him was a man he'd lusted after for years. Alex had posters on his wall, the man he was looking at was Alex's desktop background for three years, one year, Alex had even had a Genghis Khan themed birthday party. And now, even though it seemed impossible, Genghis was here, right in front of Alex.

"I never got your name." Genghis stated coolly, with the same equanimity and level-headedness Jack always thought Genghis would have.

"It's Jack. Jack Barakat, in fact." He gave Genghis a smirk and saw Genghis chuckle when Jack said his name.

"A funny name from a funny little man." Jack was taken aback. He was six-foot-two, after all. Unless Genghis wasn't talking about his height, but was talking instead about his magic love staff, which was approximately 3.801 inches long.

"Ha. Yeah. Funny."

"Jack, you might not know this, but it's customary for us to get to know you."

"Oh, of course! What do you want to know? Place of birth, aspirations, stuff about my dogs, my shoe size, my favourite-"

"No, no, no! We want to know about you." Genghis proceeded to poke Alex's nipples with a soft, Mongol, tenderness.

At that point, they proceeded to disrobe. "My… sexy skunk…" Genghis muttered. "This is…. so gay…." Jack replied. Then they made love. Mongol love.

"Hey Genghis," Jack said, trying to create a tone in his voice that wouldn't ruin the mood of their tryst, "you gotta blunt?"

"Bruh." Genghis said, probably already turnt.

"You did WHAT?" Alex said, trying to keep his shouts quiet.

"It was one night, Sexy Lexy. He was number one on my celebrity fuck list anyways. It's a free pass." Jack tried to act nonchalant, but the weight of his decisions was cracking down on him.

"Glad to know that you don't feel bad about sleeping with an East-Asian warlord. But that's not how I'd ever treat you. You're a filthy skank hoe bitch, Jack." And with that, Alex stormed away from Jack. He was planning on heading back to the time machine and going home, but as he was heading into the desert, he bumped into…

"Zack! I'm so sorry!"

"Aw, man, it's nothing. I was just on my way to work out." Zack gave a friendly smile to Alex. A bit too friendly, too, might I add. Alex was starting to notice Jack. Really notice him. His toned physique, his smile, his tattoos (he even has one that says "i'd fuk alex gascarthuth, i am so GAY HOMO for him").

"Hey, Zack, can I come work out with you?" Alex said, with a plea in his voice and a pair of puppy-dog eyes locked on Zack.

Twenty minutes later, Zack was balls-deep in Alex's asshole. Classy. But Alex knew this wouldn't be enough. He needed to send a message to Jack. So, using all of the powers of his body, he implanted the seeds of his loins into Zack's womb, successfully impregnating Zack with ease. Alex laughed to himself. That would teach Jack. Teach him to never fuck a strong historical figure.

Meanwhile, Ryan Ross's ghost was nearby. He saw all of the heartache by him and was in despair. So, following the Ryan Ross-esque logic he had followed all of his life, he shoved an ENTIRE pineapple up his ENTIRE ghost ass. What the actual fuck, Ryan.