Mr. Clean and Chef Boyardee 4

Author's note: when you think about taking the bus again but don't want to catch the virus but then you also just don't care about getting it again and don't care to get the vaccine because whatever

Mr. Clean brought a tractor into the apartment, driving it up the stairs and then slammed it into the room once again disrupting Chef Boyardee's sleep. "GOD DAMN IT, YOU CLEAN FUCK!" He screeched sitting up awake and chucked a pillow at the man causing it to shred up into pieces as he drove the tractor onto the bed."WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

"MOWING THE FUCKING HOUSE, YOU CHEF SHIT!"

"WHY ARE YOU FUCKING MOWING THE HOUSE?!"

"BECAUSE FUCK YOU IS WHY!" He tried to drive the tractor over the chef only for him to move out of the way.

"GOD DAMN IT!" He rolled out of bed as Mr. Clean slowly chased after him in the tractor. He crashed into a wall making a huge hole and popped out the other side causing damages to the apartment. He farted loudly enough to be heard over all the noises. "JESUS THAT FUCKING REEKS!"

Chef Boyardee walked downstairs to the kitchen cutting his feet on the glass shards all over the floor. "Fucking piece of shit that can't clean for shit."

Slowly Mr. Clean drove down the stairs, the tractor blaring loudly and shredding up the carpet and flinging shards of glass and other kitchen spills.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE TAKE THAT OUT THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!" Chef flung a can of ravioli at his head, knocking over Mr. Clean causing the tractor to run entirely on its own destroying various kitchen equipment and furniture.

Mr. Clean was infuriated and marched outside to slap Chef Boyardee. The chef slapped him back and the two once again got into a brawl, fighting and throwing punches at one another as they fell down the stairs onto the parking lot shrieking their heads off. The tractor slowly popped out from the house, shattering a window and then it violently plopped down below crashing onto the pavement and exploded.

Fire once again erupted and began spreading onto the cars down below. "MY FUCKING CAR!" Shouted a neighbor. "FUCK!" Neighbors took notice of the fire and began screaming.

"LOOK AT THE SHIT YOU CAUSED, YOU CLEAN FUCKED UP FUCKFEST! CLEAN YOUR FUCKING MESS RIGHT NOW!"

"GO TO HELL!" Shrieked Mr. Clean. "GO TO HELL AND DIE!"

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET A TRACTOR? WE'RE ON A TIGHT BUDGET!"

"BECAUSE SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M SO PISSED OFF! I HAD FIVE PAYMENTS LEFT ON THAT!"

"YOU FUCKHEAD!"

The chef sighed and sat down. "Maybe we should divorce."

"Fuck. Maybe."

Another explosion occurred nearby knocking the two onto the ground.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, MR. CLEAN!"

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FUCKING MUSTACHE!"

The cars in the parking lot began to quickly evacuate sending the two running out and more explosions and fire were occurring. "JESUS FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT TRACTOR THAT CAUSED IT TO EXPLODE LIKE THIS?!"

"DUNNO, DIARRHEA AND GASOLINE?"

"WHAT THE FUCK!"