Neva thought of that, actually, that would make it a bit much more funnier, which is a good thing. Thanks for the idea Pacphys! Warning a phrase from The Hot Chick is coming up in a few, you have been warned!
Mikey was starin' at me with his face less than an inch away, his hands were undaneath his chin. Now you've probably neva had tha experience, an' let me tell ya tha' ya should count ya blessin's then recount them. "Tell me I'm beautiful," Mikey said as he batted his eyelashes, well if he had 'em. His breath was so bad it made my eyes wata.
"Damn, Mikey! What tha fuck did ya eat lately? An' what the fuck are ya doin' in ma room?! None tha less starin' at me!" I yelled as I shot outta ma bed an' nearly cleaned his clock, if his breath hadn'ave made me momentarily blind.
"Long story. The short version is tha' Sam saw my room and decided ta clean it. She said tha' she liked tha' high ceilin' an' pizza smell. So she's gonna clean it before she moves in," Mikey said as he looked at me, still in the same poise as before. "Ya neva answered my question."
"Ya've been watchin' Tha Hot Chick too many times. It startin' ta mess with ya little brain, or what's left of it afta all of them cartoons ya watch," I said as I got out of ma bed. "An' no ya aren't." Mikey started ta pout but I just ignored him as I left ma room and went ta tha kitchen.
"Hi!" Sam greeted me as I yawned and opened the refrigerator door.
"Mm," I muttered as I pulled out the milk. Now there's nothin' like a bowl of cereal to wake ya up.
"Want eggs?" Sam said as she peered ova the edge of tha door. I closed it an' held up tha milk for her ta see as I got out the boxes of cereal. Somethin' was off, but since I was half asleep, I couldn't put ma finga on it. Until I read the labels of cereal.
"What tha fuck?" I said as I saw the boxes were Fruity Pebbles or Corn Flakes with freeze-dried strawberries. Now I don' know 'bout ya, nor do I really care, but I don' eat anythin' with fruit in it, especially if it goes in milk.
"It's good for ya, well the strawberry one is, the other one's for Mike, well, if he eats cereal."
"'K? I guess I'll have the eggs then."
"What do ya want in 'em?"
"Whatcha ya mean ' in 'em'?"
"Well, like cheese or ham or sausage, or all three or anythin' ya can think of."
"The three ya named sound good."
"Want toast with tha'?"
"Ya I'll go make some."
"No. Ya can sit down, breakfast is ma specialty."
"Wow, a cook who isn't Mikey."
"Thanks."
"Ya're welcome."
"It'll be done in a few."
"Yup."
"So, don' ya guys get lonely down here by ya'selfs?"
"Nope, we got Case and Ape ta keep us company."
"Who are they?" A crash came from tha livin' room.
"Somethin' tells me tha' ya're gonna find out soon."
"HEY RAPH! WANNA GO FIGHT SOME PURPLE DRAGONS?" Case yelled at tha top of his lungs, or pretty damn close ta it.
"Will you shut up?" Ape muttered before we heard a slap and Casey mutterin' somethin'. "I heard that."
"WE'RE IN HERE!" Sam yelled. Oh yeah, now tha party was complete.
"WHERE?!" Case yelled back.
"IN THA' KITCHEN!"
"MAKE WAY! WE"RE COMIN' IN!"
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