1Chapter 2
Napoleon and Uncle Rico sat side by side on a couch in front of a glowing idiot box.
"Hey idiot, change the frickin' channel. Everyone knows that Date my Mom sucks," said a ticked off Napoleon.
"Shut up Napoleon it does not. The only thing that sucks is that I have to live with queer and queerer," yelled back Uncle Rico.
A rumbling of footsteps came from the stairs and with a bound came Kip scandalously clad in a ballerina tutu and seven inch stilettos.
"Holy crap!" yelled Uncle Rico scared of what looked somewhat like Kip.
"Shut up! Lefwanda said that me and her need to get closer so that we can learn even more about each other so I'm off to ballet lessons," said Kip proudly. "Napoleon, drive me to ballet lessons."
"No Kip, I'm not going to drive you to gay school go take the flippin' bus," said Napoleon watching the boring television program.
"Fine! Maybe I will," spat back Kip.
"Good! Then go!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
Kip stormed out and slammed the door. From outside there was heard a snap. Kip stormed back in and slammed the door.
"Crap! I broke my heels!" cried Kip confused.
"Break the other one dumbarse!" yelled Uncle Rico.
"Shut up! Napoleon, where the heck is the safety glue?" asked Kip.
"It's safety scissors, not safety glue!" yelled Napoleon.
"Whatever!" shouted Kip as he took off both shoes and ran off.