Chapter Sex
Michael picked up his phone. Then he smashed it on the ground. "Nigga yo azz a baaaad mutha fuckin parent nigga." Franklin said to Michael as he looked at a sexy picture of Jimmy's blubbery bod in a speedo. "MICHAEL THAT'S MY NEPHEW AND I'M GONNA SAVE HIS ASS!" Trevor yelled in Michael's face. "HEY FUCK YOU I HATE YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PSYCHOTIC..." Michael was cut off as Trevor French kissed him. Franklin took out his iFruit 8 and took a picture. "Dayum dat's sexy." Franklin saved the photo. "Now are we gonna do this...as a family?" Trevor softly spoke while staring at Michael. "Sigh...fine...let's save Jimmy's ass." Michael gave in as usual. "JIMMY'S ASS? WHERE?!" Franklin looked around. Trevor and Michael stared at Franklin awkwardly. "You are a sick fuck." Trevor said to Franklin. Franklin shrugged and they all jumped into a random vehicle. Unfortunately, Franklin bounced off the vehicle instead of jumping into it because of errors. He ground into a bus and was run over by 50 bajillion cars. WASTED, The screen said. Michael and Trevor drove in the car in complete silence. "So...should we...wait for F?" Michael asked. Trevor turned his head. "Why don't you stop being a backstabbing bitch and stop avoiding that BRAD IS FUCKING DEAD?!" Trevor screamled. "Oh my god not this shit again." Michael took out his spare Hello Kitty oven mitts and rubbed them all over Trevor's face. Trevor cried instantly. "Yea, that's right. Keep calm and shut the fuck up." Michael crooned. Suddenly a Gas Machine Truck (TM) T-Boned the car Michael was driving and it flung Michael and Trevor out of the car. They skidded, leaving a blood trail. The driver of the Gas Machine Truck (TM) screamed at them, "WHY DON'T YOU FAGGOTS STOP SAYING MEMES AND GET A REAL JOB!" Then the driver drove away. Michael and Trevor got up slowly, to come face to face with a disgruntled and slightly terrified Jimmy.
