I'm listenin to Green Day's CD International Super Hits and writing this so it'll be odd. VERY ODD!
(Has curly mustache)
WEE WEE here is,
CHAPTER 3
2D, Noodle, Murdoc, and Russel dragged themselves through the desert. Them all becoming more worn out then ever, which is hard for us famous people. (Yes, I live in a dream world.) Murdoc and 2D had become lost in a disturbing conversation about who was better at fighting, John Baystow or Johnny Depp. And so far 2D's point was slowly becoming more….sensible.
"John Baystow works out; Johnny Depp is an actor!" 2D argued.
"SO!" Murdoc defended.
"Doesn't that prove that John Baystow is stronger?" 2D questioned.
"Sweet SATAN!" Murdoc whipped out a cell phone. He dialed a number and began screaming into the small phone. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" then he called someone else. "Get over here!" he yelled then paused as the person talked. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YA MISS YOUR BLOODY SOPE!" he clicked it shut. Just then the dreaded and feared workout music started to play and John Baystow fell from the sky. Followed by Johnny Depp. "You," Murdoc said pointing to John Baystow "He called ya dumb, kill him!" then he pointed to Johnny Depp. ""He said you suck, beat him up!"
"You LITTLE PUNK!" John yelled as he tackled Johnny Depp to the ground and beating the snot out of him. Johnny Depp kicked him off and slapped him in a girly way.
"TUBBY!" Johnny Depp shouted. Everything became silent.
"tubby," John Batstow whimpered. And ran away crying. Just then a giant Elvis hair do popped out of the sand, causing John to trip and fall straight into a cactus. "REMEMBER ME!" he shouted as he died.
"JOHN-oh well," 2D cried then became distracted by a small dung beetle rolling a tird in the desert sand.
"WOO-WHOO I WON!" Johnny Depp began to doing the victory dance. Then the entire Elvis came out of the ground and scooped him up. So our friend Johnny suffered a horrible and slow death inside the stomach of a supposed to be dead Rock legend.
"Uhhhh who won exactly?" 2D asked turning to face Murdoc.
"Johnny Depp," Murdoc mumbled.
"But he died too!" he protested.
"Yes, but I'm always right Dullard," he said in triumph and walked ahead.
"Actually, Murdoc-san is very wrong in many ways," Noodle whispered just loud enough for everyone except for the proud Satanist to hear.
-An hour later-
Everyone had forgotten about the whole John VS Johnny battle and trudged through the hot desert; often seeing many odd things come out of the sand. Although Noodle was in much better shape then them all combined, she was way more tired.
"Murdoc-san I don't want to be trouble, but can we please take a break," she panted.
"No, we have to keep walking if we want to get there," he replied firmly (big word!) then glared at Russel. "Hey Lards, didn't ya buy food when we were at that bloody gas station?" Russel looked down at the ground in guilt.
"Yeah about that," he began to explain but was cut off when they heard low growls behind them.
"Uhhh Russel, please say that was your stomach!" 2D cried.
He was sadly mistaken.
-To be continued-