Whitney Temperatures

Detention Squad

Birth of Faggotry

Chapter 25

The Resistance stared with glee as they saw what seemed to be the end of Raymond. In the outskirts, a broken Rafferty was picking up the bodies of Andy and Sriram in agony when he saw the blast of light that tore apart the legend of the turtles. However, this distress was stopped as heard a mad, familiar laugh. A one with a Chinese accent. It was headed towards the Resistance.

"Hahahah! You need more than a basketball to kill me!" A fucked up Raymond yelled as he was falling back down to Earth. "What are y-"

His speech was stopped with a splat right in front of the Resistance.

"Is he dead?" A confused Brayan asked.

"If he wasn't before, he is now. That fall looked like it hurt," Jesus responded.

"That does not matter. The overlay of the holy dunk has worn off. Raymond's body and soul will be trapped within the space jam," echoed Gabe's voice from his dead corpse.

"How the fuck are you still talking?" inquired Jesus.

"I don't know."

However, it seems the hell that the Resistance faced was not yet over, as the ground beneath them trembled. From a crack in the ground rose a familiar figure. A furry. A llama furry, to be exact.

"Hey. Gabe," said Justama carrying Satan, "I, uh, need to take you to hell. For some reason, your soul didn't pass over."

"No!" Gabe yelled, "Ogres do not go to hell! What, are you wagging your tail for Satan now that you're dead?"

At this response, Justama inched backwards, hoping not to anger Satan. "But you're only half ogre. A quarter if you take into account the fact that Shrek was half god. Even if you were a full blooded ogre, it wouldn't matter, since you didn't take enough people's anal virginity away. A shame, too. If you had fucked Raymond, it would have been just enough. Anyways, all failed ogres belong to Satan."

The voice of Gabe roared as his body flung around like a ragdoll, "I can take your anal virginity even in this state!"

"Yeah, uh, Satan won't like that."

In a fearsome stab with his pitchfork that he stole from Gordon Ramsay, Satan cut through Gabe's spiritually retarded body and dragged him to the crack through which Satan and Justama entered the realm of the living.

Back around Shoemaker, Manav arrived only to find the bodies of his fellow dead MUNers.

"What the hell?" Manav gasped, "These marks on their chests…..A faggot killed them! But what faggot would do such a thing?"

"A faggot that was humiliated by the MUNers!" yelled a voice behind the graphics director, "And I'm going to wipe you out too!" Saahil still had a few bruises from his fight with the super chink Min Jae, but he was faggier than ever now. Now, he could leap over whole ants in a single bound. "What doesn't kill a faggot only makes him stronger!"

Seeing Saahil leap off the ground, Manav quickly pulled out his pirated copy of Photoshop. He whipped out a picture of Obama and took a screencap of Saahil as well. After Saahil touched the ground after his powerful jump, he found that his ears had been swapped with that of Obama's. The heavy weight burdening him, Saahil fell to the ground with a large crash.

"Damn….liberal!" Saahil moaned in pain.

Seeing as Saahil was struggling to move even an inch, Manav pulled out his pager with the Kang family crest on it. "Hey, Justama. I'll pay you next year. Can you pick me up?" The hours passed, and yet there was no response from Justama. Ready to hand over the towel, Manav suddenly heard a cheerful response from his device.

"Hey, there! Sorry, but Justama's dead."

"And who the hell are you?"

"I'm Jhore. I'm not important enough to be anything other than a replacement for Justama."

"Aren't you the asshole who stapled him?"

"No, that was my twin brother Whore."

"That's suspicious. Are you even a furry?"

"I..uh...I like Sonic."

"Good enough. I'm at Shoemaker. Get over here before this Neo-Nazi gets off the ground."

TO BE CONTINUED