Mr. Clean chapter six: laundry day

Author's note: I have depression and my own stupid stories are the only things that make me laugh.

Mr. Clean woke up in his bed for the first time in months. He was actually clean and not filthy. His room was actually clean and all the roaches were gone. Then he woke up in a dumpster and realized it was only a dream. He punched a wall within the dumpster and screeched out in rage. Again he was naked and covered in filth.

"FUCK!" He screeched and he climbed out and plop down onto the ground. "GOD DAMN IT, IT'S FUCKING LAUNDRY DAY TOO." Not that he even wears clothes anymore. He stomped over to the nearest laundromat carrying a large black bag full of trash. Along the way, he punched everybody in sight. He saw Chef Boyardee and punched him. "I HATE YOUR FOOD." He bellowed loud enough to be heard from miles away. He slammed his bag of trash onto him and then resumed carrying it towards the designated building.

Inside, he slammed open the doors. He was fed up of other humans and began to cough on them. The owner of the shop sighed and placed on a helmet knowing it was going to be one of THOSE days. Mr. Clean grabbed his bag of trash and dumped the contents into one of the washers not caring that someone else was using it.

Out poured out all sorts of broken glass, banana peels, diapers, slime, and gunk.

Jay Leno was nearby and exclaimed "HEY! YOU, STOP THAT!" An audience laughed. "Haha that's all folks."

"YOUR BIG CHIN ENRAGES ME!"

Jeff Corin stepped in and slapped Mr. Clean. "HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE! WHAT THE FUCK!"

Mr. Clean was infuriated and began to power up. A wig of blonde hair appeared upon his head as he started screaming, veins popping out his skin, eyes changed to white. Soon a crater formed underneath him as his power levels increased.

Shrek grabbed all the people from within the building and ran out in slow motion to save their lives as dramatic music played. He continued running and never stopped. Mr. Clean continued to increase his power level and that in itself began to deteriorate the entire city. Chunks of buildings, cars, rocks were thrust up into the air, swirling around the deranged man.

"Hey… you're going to have to pay for my shop's damages." Sighed the apathetic laundromat keeper. He was dead inside from always having to deal with people like this. He went back to his desk to go down with the ship. "Guess I'll die." He shrugged.

Suddenly Chef Boyardee punched Mr. Clean knocking him over to the ground. "THAT IS FOR HATING MY FOOD!"

Mr. Clean instantly lost his powers and was back to his normal self. "Fuck you." He got up and returned over to the washing machine to resume washing his garbage as if nothing happened, except for all the damages to the shop and half the city wrecked up.

To be continued.