Two months and no update for this fic. An improvement over last time, so I guess we are going somewhere, ya? Anyway, this chapter is probably the shortest so far, but it is also where things begin to get a little bit more hectic. Have fun!

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Three Tier Chase

Two hours later and Chef's dad looked like he was ready to go on a psychotic, murderous rampage. He needed to piss. He needed to take a shit. He needed to masturbate. But how could he do all of that when he was confined to the boat of a car. Especially a car driven by none other than Chef's dad's son. Chef had yet to say anything about whether or not it was okay to piss and shit your pants in his vehicle, but Chef's dad preferred to assume the worst. But maybe this would all be at least slightly sufferable if it weren't for one thing.

Justin was still crying. Tears came out of his eyes like waterfalls and snot was coming out of his nose like lava exploding out of an active volcano. Not to mention the volume at which he was wailing.

Chef's dad couldn't take it anymore. Not only was it getting beyond annoying, it was getting beyond disturbing. Justin was crying all because of a fart, something which everybody does, and Justin was still crying over something so mundane and natural which a rational person wouldn't give a shit about if they were outdoors and the fart was quiet. Chef's dad lost count of how many times he had to tell Justin to shut the fuck up. He even went as far as to threaten the model with his life. But no matter how many times he tried to shut Justin up, and no matter how severe his threats would have been if they were carried out, Justin still would not stop crying. Realising that there was no other way out of this intolerable ordeal, Chef's dad reached over and grabbed a baseball bat. He raised the bat into the air. Next, he brought the bat down.

And hit Justin over the head with it.

Trent and Owen continued their search for Justin, Chef and Chef's dad. Trent was driving at exactly nine miles an hour.

"Can you hurry it up?" Owen asked Trent. "I'm not sure how long I can be away from Justinnnn for a moment longer."

"Don't worry, Owennnnnn," Trent assured the big lovable oaf. "We will be at the evil derelict mansion of fifteen letters in exactly nine minutes and nine seconds."

"Oh Goddddddd, Trenttttt! I can't imagine what other terrible things Cheffffff and Cheffffff's daddddddd are doing to my poor Justinnnn!" Owen yelped, sweating profusely. Trent gave Owen nine reassuring pats on the back to comfort him.

"There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there. There, there," Trent assured Owen.

"Okay, Justin is gone, and I want you guys to find him!" Chris barked.

Millicent and Kim stood before Chris. "Why should we get Justin back?" Kim asked, clutching his crotch.

"Because Justin signed a contract stating that he'd live in the apartment where Owen lives in for the next twenty-four months and he still has twenty-two and a half more to go," Chris replied.

"No, why should we give a shit that Justin is gone?" Millicent demanded to know.

"Why would you not?" Chris demanded back.

"Because Justin got me banned from the laundry room!" Millicent shouted. "You also said that if we got Justin to live here, we'd get to use the outdoor pool for fifteen minutes! WHEN THE HELL DO WE GET TO USE THE POOL?!" he screamed.

"Yeah, I lied," Chris laughed. "You guys are so gullible and stupid. Seriously though, I own you guys. I am legally permitted to do whatever the hell I want with you interns. So if you don't do what I say, I can always sell you guys off to some sociopathic, nineteen-year-old teenager in Ireland. Trust me, he's written a few stories about us and judging from what I've read of them, I would not want to have this guy in my house. So what's it gonna be?"

"In that case, can you at least let me fap in the laundry room in my spare time?" Millicent begged.

"Nope," Chris smirked. "You're just going to have to masturbate somewhere else."

"Can I go to the toilet?" Kim asked, jumping up and down in the air. "I really need to go.

"Whatever, just go get Justin!" Chris ordered. Millicent grabbed Kim and went to the Intern Mobile.

"Hey! Let me go to the toilet!" Kim snapped.

"We don't have much time," Millicent threw Kim into the back seat and drove off.

Chef pulled into a trailer park only a few miles away from the border into Alaska. He stepped out of the car, opened up the boot and raised an eyebrow at what he saw. Justin was knocked out. Chef glared at his father, who only shrugged and said:

"What? He was annoying the Hell out of me with his whinging and bitching and bawling. Where are we anyway?" Chef's dad asked.

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you this," Chef deadpanned, as he grabbed his father and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried his father over to one of the trailers, kicked the door open and flung his dad onto the couch. Chef walked back to the car to grab Justin, only for a horrible site to meet his eyes.

Justin was gone.

Dun! Dun! Dun!

Justin has escaped! What will Chef and his father do? What will Trent and Owen do? What will Millicent and Kim do? Read to find out!

Until next time!