Saint H's Holy God I am So Much Better Than you Author's Notes:

Hey everybody, I know I'm not really better than you, or all of you, sometimes the Author's Notes just like to name themselves.

Author's Notes: Damn straight we do, bitch!

Anywho, time for Review Responses!

RaidersRule76 Yes, the awful image of child Gohan's naked ass has forever scared itself into the backs of my eyes. Thanks for reviewing!

Terra Logan (Gives puppy eyes and hopes to not be kill) I hope you're not angry for the other chapter of Interlude. (continues to give puppy eyes, but turns them up a degree for added safety) I don't mean to make you hate me…. Oh and I actually said Fluck, last chapter, y'know, with the extra l. But ah (more puppy eyes) Please don't hurt me.

Triforce90 Yea… it was, kinda. The "Baran, Atlas, whaddya looking at me for?" part was, but the pair beating the royal flush was my doing. You can tell it from the fact that it wasn't nearly as funny.

MeteoraGirl27 Ok, I will, don't you worry.

I'm in a kill people mood Y'know, I said in the Author's Notes that I knew British people didn't talk like that. I disclaimed, It's not my fault. But on an unrelated note, thanks for reviewing! (crumpets- er, sorry)

Gem W Wow, you're reviewing another one of my stories… awesome. Anyway, you're new chapter is here, enjoy.

I h8 j00zorz You've got mad 1337 skillz.

Lady of Faerie Yes, I am fond of oddities. Which is why I've been thinking about starting my own business called 'St. H's Fish Heads on a Stick!' What do ya think?

Faclon demon general Thanks for the review FDG, I appreciate it.

Ribbetfrog Best Highschool Fiction Ever huh? Hmmmmm, y'know, flattery will get you everwhere.

Disclaimer: H owns absolutely nothing you recognize.

Well, Fifth chapter of Closet Jocks! starting up right now!

Chapter Five: Yarlyr!

Two preppy young freshman ho- er… girls were walking down the hallway talking about make up, smoking crack, and Harry Potter. Y'know, things girls normally talk about. They slowed their walk and stopped talking suddenly when they beheld the sight in front of them.

Princey Wilson was standing with his hands pressed against the wall.

"M-Mr. Wilson?" one of the little hoes asked as they stopped by the principle.

"Snnnooorraaaughaa… mmm Mommy don't touch me there…. snnnoooooooggraugghha!" Mr. Wilson snored in his sleep.

The other student poked the sleeping man once in the ribs.

He woke with a startle, "Huh, wha- who- who poked me?"

The girl who poked him stepped back and pointed at her friend, "It, it was Lizzy!"

Mr. Wilson glared a Lizzy, "You little cock sucker I'll kill you!" he yelled as he tried to kick her, but his hands would not come off the wall that he was pressing them against. The girls found this odd but didn't say anything as his kicks came up short.

"I will do your mom in front of you and then kill her! I'll kill you!" Mr. Wilson yelled crazily, foaming thru his breathing slits.

Just then Piccolo appear in that weird little Dragonball-y way and karate chopped Mr. Wilson on the neck, making him fall back asleep in the position he was before.

"Thank you for saving us Mr. Piccolo!" Lizzy said hornily.

"How can we ever repay you for saving us?" the other girl said seductively.

"Well, I can think of a few ways… hehehe"

The two girls giggled.

"Will you keep DICK Grayson from coming to my health class, he's really annoying!" Piccolo asked of them.

"Yea, sure no problem." The girls answered.

"Good."

Hey there, I'm the narrator, I bet you're wondering what in the hell is going on, for the answer we go Earlier!

Piccolo and Mr. Wilson were standing alone in the hall we were just at.

"All right Slade, I'm going to go give those kids detention, but first I need you to do a magic trick, it's called the human house." Piccolo said calmly.

"YES! How do you do it?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"Stick out your hands."

Mr. Wilson did so, "Done and done."

"Now press your hands against the wall."

Mr. Wilson did so, "Now what?"

"Now stay there." Piccolo said as he walked off.

"Piccolo, this is a bad trick. I'm stuck, and not happy." Mr. Wilson called after the long gone Namek.

I bet you still wondering what the hell is going on… for the answer we go Earlier!

"Mr. Piccolo, you've got to help us!" DICK bellowed at the teacher as he and the whole gang 'Green boy, effeminate man, Spooky tits(not my creation), and Drama-girl'.

"Why, what's going on?"

"Well you see, it all happened-"

Earlier!

SLONG, Raven, Kory, and Gar were all hanging outside the boy's locker room. Vic came skulking up to them, looking tired.

"What's the matter Vic?" Gar asked his big black friend.

"Chelse and I broke up." He said glumly.

His friends all gasped.

"GASP!"

See, told ya.

"That little drama drama drama! Drama drama sucking drama drama drama! Drama skanky drama drama sleazy drama Three dollar drama!" Kory raged.

"Whoa." Gar and WANG said simultaneously.

"That sucks." Raven said blandly.

"How'd it happen?" WEINER asked.

"Well, ya see ONE-EYED-WONDER-WEASEL lately she's been getting real into philosophy. I thought it was just a phase but pretty soon we were having conversations that ended with proof that I didn't exist, it sucked! So I dumped her." Vic explained.

"Hmmm, I know what'll cheer you up!" Gar said excitedly.

"Hot Wings!" Vic said loudly.

"No no no! Watching us four make out!" With that Gar and Raven began to give each other big sloppy wet warm kisses.

PURPLE-HEADED-YOGURT-SLINGER and Kory shared a look for a second, shrugged, and also began to make out.

Vic just looked glummer.

Raven pulled her tongue out of Gar's mouth long enough to say, "Don't feel bad Vic. Here, have this Teddy Bear!" Raven said, handing him a Teddy Bear and her tongue once again wrapped itself around Gar's.

Suddenly Princey Wilson came out of the Locker yelling, "YOU'VE GOT MR. FLUFFLEUFFLEUPS! PREPARE FOR DETENTION!" The five teens ran widely down the halls, trying to get away from Mr. Wilson. As they rounded the corner, they ran into a certain Namek.

Gee I wonder who the hell it could be, even though we already know. Y'know I especially like this episode… when it was on SEALAB! Earlier.

"Don't be afraid boys, it's perfectly natural to get together in the lockerroom shower together." Mr. Wilson cooed.

"Yeah, we know Mr. Wilson, we're highschoolers after all." A deep voiced boy said as the Boy's Highschool Gym Class washed the sweat off their bodies.

"Oh yea… right. GASP! WHERE'S MR. FLUFFLEUFFLEUPS!"

Now, Earlier. No, not earlier chronologically, Earlier as in when the chapter began, which is really Later when you look at it chronologically but I already said we aren't so I'm calling it Earlier!

SEYMORE and the others all made it out of the school while Mr. Wilson was tied up with Piccolo's magic trick. The Seventh bell of the day, signaling the end of the school day, rang.

"Well, we've made it thru our first day back at school!" Gar said triumphantly.

Out in the parking lot, a Ford Truck made out of skeleton bones and human flesh honked it's horn.

"Uh oh! My father who wants to take me home and make me eat Lemon Pie until I get fat!"

Raven got weird looks from her friends, she blushed.

"Oh, did I say eat Lemon Pie? Hehehe, I meant abuse, yeah that's it, abuse me."

The other's were looking unbelievingly at Raven.

"What? It's the truth!" Raven exclaimed.

"GRAAUG! I'M DRUNK AS HELL AND I'M GONNA MAKE MY DAUGHTER EAT LEMON PIES!" Trigon yelled from the Truck.

Meanwhile, with Mr. Wilson!

"Hey, Princey, ready for the finale of the trick?" Piccolo said airily.

"Yeah totally man!"

"Alright, pay attention this is the hard part, pull your hands…. away from the wall!"

Mr.Wilson did so, slowly, "Wow! That was amazing how'd you do that!" Mr. Wilson asked excitedly.

"… It's magic." Piccolo explained… bored.

"God you're a dumbass."

"SHUT UP EYE! WE CAN HEAR YOU Y'KNOW!"

Saint H's I bored and Don't want to write these Author's Notes:

Well, seeing as how I'm giving up pool time to write this, you all better feel privileged, dammit! Anyway, review, you know you want to! I'm gonna go be angry that I failed my driver's license test last week and can't drive up to the pool on my own while I go ask my dad to drop me off. (grumbles and curses damn picky-ass driving instructer)