Disclaimer: ... You would think people would learn by now... I am soo not the owner of any JTHM or Squee characters... I draw my own sadistic comics, where my friends and I kill stupid teachers. Anyways, have fun... oooh meatball...

Note: This part is definitely lighter than the previous.

Part 4

Next morning Jen wakes up face to face with a huge dustmite.

(JEN'S VIEW)

"ARRGHHH! BIGASS DUSTMITE!!" I shrieked.

Squee woke up abruptly, "WHERE?"

"How dare you call my ass big?! GASP YOU! Glares at Squee I remember you!! I'll EAT BOTH OF YOU! STUPID SKIN TREES! THOUGHT YOU COULD DESTROY ME, EH?" The dustmite fumed.

"HEY! FUCK YOU! YOU DAMN BUG! YOU BREAK INTO MY HOUSE AND BE GETTIN' ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS AND THREATEN US? I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" I shrieked back.

I, am definitely no morning person. I grabbed a baseball bat and smashed it into the dustmite's face.

"FUCK! I HATE WAKING UP AGAINST MY WILL! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S WORSE? I WOKE UP TO YOUR UGLY FACE!" I smashed the bat repeatedly into the dustmite's face.

"GRRR!" The dustmite raged and latched its mouth on my full forearm.

I screamed and ran around wildly, trying to shake it off.

Squee was sitting in the corner of the room with a psychotic look upon his face, rocking back and forth, clutching a pillow.

"FOUR CORNERS! FOUR CORNERS! ALL MOVING IN ON ME!!! MY BABY!!" Squee shakes the pillow frantically.

"MY BABY! SHE'S NOT BREATHING!" Squee completely loses it and starts doing CPR on the pillow, which is equivalent to just drooling on it.

"MY ARM! FUCK! Quit sucking on it!!!" I proceeded to slam the dustmite against the wall until it finally let go. My arm is all red and purple. "DAMN YOU! I look like I got a hicky from a WHALE! FUCK! ARRGHHH!"

I chucked a chair at the dustmite in my rampage.

THUNK!

A bump raised from the dustmite's head and it looked extremely enraged.

"FOOLISH SKIN TREE! YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME!" It shrieked.

"Oh really?" I grinned horribly and pulled out a torch. "I happen to be a bit of a fire enthusiast... LET'S SEE IF YOU MELT! Oh Squee, could you be a dear and fetch me my dad's deodorant spray? The bathroom is next to the office."

Squee zooms out of the room.

"What are you planning skin tree? You look to happy to be in a position where you're going to be eaten by a bug."

(SQUEE'S VIEW)

I ran down the hallway towards the bathroom and passed by the office.

"FUCK! I WANT MY DAMN LOTTERY NUMBERS! STUPID COMPUTER!" Jen's dad screamed at the computer.

I skidded to a stop and flinched as Jen's dad threw the monitor out the window.

"squee..." I dashed off into the bathroom and grabbed the spray. As I passed the office again, Jen's dad was jumping on the keyboard...

When I came back in the room, everything was covered in feathers. I chucked the spray at Jen and ducked under the bed.

(JEN'S VIEW)

I grabbed the spray and sprayed it. I lit the mist on fire, making the can into a pretty dangerous flamethrower

"HAH! Stupid dustmite! YOU DIE NOW! OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT HY-OOGE PILE OF DEAD SKIN!" I pointed to a random spot behind the dustmite.

"OOH! Where?" The dustmite turned.

And so the flames burned the dustmite's face.

"AAARGHHH! MY EYES!" It shrieked and stumbled around blindly.

I opened a drawer in my desk and took out a cherry bomb and smiled wickedly. Squee squeaked. I lit it on fire and shoved it in the dustmite's mouth.

"TAKE COVER MATES!" I screamed wildly and ducked under the bed with Squee.

SQUISSSSSSHH!

Squee looked traumatized as bug guts flew everywhere. O.o

I laughed insanely, "Meh... I'm still kinda tired... Here take a pop tart and I'll walk you home... I'm going back to sleep after."

Squee was still speechless. O.o

When we came to Squee's front door, I rang the doorbell. When no one answered after the 6th ring, I got pissed and kicked the door down.

"FUCK I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY! I NEEDS ME SLEEP! All right, bye Squee, come back anytime!

Squee just stands there looking at the fallen door, "squee..."

I walked back to my house, "That was funnnn-"

And I blacked out in the doorway.

"Zzzzzz..." I drooled.

(2 Hours Later)

I snapped awake and a doormat was stuck to the side of my face.

"Huh? Wuzzat?" I mumbled unintelligibly. "Oh"

I crawl up the stairs slowly and wash up. I put on a black Nirvana tank top with black jeans and black zip up boots.

"...Too lazy...can't reach zippers... on boots..." I leaned my face against my mirror smushing my nose. "I think I'll have to stop by a coffee shop..."

I stumbled down the stairs and walked out the front door. I headed towards town.

As I walked past some stores, I spotted some familiar bluish-purple hair. It was Nny. He was in front of the bookstore, Dragon Books. He looked like he was going to cry. He turned around to leave and spotted me. He froze. I slowly came up to him.

"Nny? Nny are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes... no... I don't know..." he sighed.

"Do you want to come with me and talk about it?"

Nny simply shrugged and said, "Sure..."

We walked towards the newly renovated Café le Prick, which is now called "We Inject Caffeine Into Your Brain" after a freak accident about a year ago.

To be continued...