Hey guys, I want to apologize for not updating earlier. However, to make up for it is a chapter based on some overdone memes. I hope you can forgive my slow and irregular updates.

Anyway, enjoy!

"Hey Nae-Nae!" a man in a blue shirt says, greeting his friend.

"I'd prefer it if you would call me Nancy," she deadpans, unimpressed with the nickname.

"Whatever," he dismisses with a wave. "Anyway, will you watch me, Nae-Nae?"

"Why? Wait where are you going with th-"

"Watch me WHIP!" he sings, taking out a whip and hitting her with it. When he sees her on the ground and not moving, he says, "Come on, I didn't hit you that hard!

Two guys are sitting on a couch, watching TV. One is in a white shirt, eating an unidentified food in a tin can. The other is in a green shirt, getting peeved at the obnoxious sounds coming from his friend's chewing.

"Oh my god would you stop chewing like a fucking cow?!" the man in the green shirt snaps, turning his head sharply to his friend. "I mean, you're driving me nuts!"

"Am I driving you to deez nuts?" the friend replies slyly, holding out his can of food, which happened to be full of peanuts and cashews. He receives a death glare from the green-shirted man, and within a second the can flies from his hand into his face.

"I fucking hate you." The green-shirted friend turns back to the TV, leaving the white-shirted man stunned.

"Hey Shannon, I'm writing a haiku!" a teenaged girl says, running up to her friend.

"Good for you, Jen," he replies unenthusiastically.

"Wow, the happiness level is over 9,000. Anyway, would you like to hear it?"

"Um, sure, why not?"

"Okay, here I go, ahem:

"I have a new friend.

I think you'd like him. His name...

is JOHN CENA!" The instant she finishes her haiku, the infamous music begins to play bombastically, deafening Shannon.

"WHERE IS THE MUSIC COMING FROM?!" he shouts over the music, unable to determine the source.

"That's only for me to know," she replies calmly, winking at him.

"WHAT?"

"Dave!" a man in a red shirt shouts to a black-shirted male, who is looking at his dying houseplants.

"Ugh, what do you want, Mark?" the latter asks, heavily irritated.

"There's something I need to tell you, Dave."

"What?"

"WATER THOOOOOSE!" Dave glowers at Mark dangerously right before slapping him.

"They're plants, dumbass."

"I know that," Mark begins, holding his cheek, "but I didn't say 'What are those?' but rather, 'water those.' "

"They're the same thing," Dave says pointedly, not hearing the difference. Mark facepalms.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that you need to water your plants; seriously, they're almost dead." Dave's eyebrows furrow for a moment, finally relaxing once he gets his friend's words.

"Oh, water those!" Dave says in realization. However, his eyebrows furrow again when he connects the quote to Mark's pun. He pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "You need to stop with these puns."

Mark looks down in shame, rubs his arm, and replies, "Yeah, I know."