Disclaimer: I don't own "The Outsiders" (which this parasite of a fanfic has attatched itself to), Zoolander, Green Day, or anything else about this story, except this story, so don't copy my story.
Becuase Billy was so ugly he killed everyone on earth (not intentially of course, for Billy was a kind hearted young lad). Or so we thought. There were two people who were not killed by Billies onsluaght of ugliness. Their names were Dick and Jane. These two only survived becuase they were extremely good looking. Like Zoolander they were just born "really good looking." And of course as you might guess Dick and Jane went on to repopulate this pathetic planet.
In the distant future there was born a child, 50 years in fact, who was so ugly he might have even been uglier than the infamous Billy of legend. No one knows except for the extremely good looking Dick and Jane. Who I'm sad to say ( not really) are now dead. These to great figures among the people sadly did not die peacefully of old age. Our ugly little friend, claiming to be the reincarnate of Billy and calling himself "The Jesus of Suburbia", had lived out a hard life, being scorned by the masses for his ugliness. He blamed his troubles on Dick and Jane, saying they were the the ones who had really done in Billy, his true father. So Bobby (that was his given name, also "The Jesus of Suburbia" takes up to much space) shot them both in the head.
The End
Please review and tell me how much you hate me, like 99 of the people did who reviewed my last story. Thank you "existing for penguins" for being the only person to give me an uplifting review. And if you're someone who's a diehard Outsiders fan, I still think you, your friends, and your family can all die, now.