Last time, Amina wanted to take everyone to the Plazian Neko Shores, a fancy new beach that was built a couple of miles away from the mansion. Since they had the proper gear for the beach, but not a ride to the beach, they made a bet and Angel had to give the twenty-four a piggyback ride to the beach. After minutes of Jakob singing Village Bridge, Autumn reading her Isaac and Cole fanfiction out loud while Eric loudly paints fanart of it, Kane rapping, Stacy beat-boxing, and Logan telling racist jokes, Angel used the power of hacks and a lazy writer's ideas(me, lol I was tired) to get to the beach way quicker, and they got there! At the beach, they changed, ate snacks, played volleyball, swam, and had plenty of fun, such as Sammi and Sarina stealing almost all of the alcoholic pouches, Heather getting spanked by David, Jagger wearing a woman's bikini bottom, Isaac trying to drown Jakob, and Spencer drinking over eighty martinis. However, their fun in the ocean was cut loose due to someone having their period and attracting sharks. They were also kicked out since Plazian Neko Shores was actually for people from Sociautism Nekrophilia and people from 3DSPlaza School for Faggots who transferred there, so they didn't get to eat any of the delicious foods at the new restaurant, but Sammi remembered her alcohol pouches, handed everyone one, and they got back on Angel to ride home.
"Ahh... what a nice bathroom this summer mansion has..." Tyanna smiled, relaxed in the nice warm shower to save her from the scorching heat. As she put some Dove shampoo in her hair to give it that shiny and light feel, the water stopped and she shivered from the sudden change of temperature. "Huh? Oh, what the-...?!"
In other room, Andrew, Jakob, Ben, and Lindsay were watching some Twitch Plays Pokemon: Alpha Sapphire on Jakob's tablet under Jakob's bedsheet covers in the males' bedroom.
"BLUE TEAM WON THIS TIME, NOW GIVE ME MY MONEY YOU STOLE FROM THE BEACH!" Jakob shouted half-teasingly, but still serious, for the money Lindsay took for the restaurant was Jakob's.
"Wait... no, it's still going!" Ben turned his heading over to Jakob and looked at Lindsay.
"Haha, in your fa-" just then, the power ran out of Jakob's tablet.
"Huh?"
"Maybe batteries just ran out. Here, here is your charger. We can still go back to the Twitch app and watch it while it's charging," Andrew looked down and stuck his hand out for a charger, handing it over to Jakob. Sadly, the charger didn't work.
"NOOOOO!" Jakob sobbed.
However, Tyanna, Lindsay, Jakob, Ben, and Andrew weren't the only ones having problems. For example, while Sammi and Logan were playing Monster Hunter, their power went out and the chargers wouldn't work, Autumn, Amina, Eric, and Kane were trying to heat up their breakfasts for the morning, but the microwave failed to work, Kishy tried to check the weather on television, but the cable was out, David, Jack, and Heather were trying to find some booze in the basement, but the lights wouldn't come one, and finally, everyone was affected when the lights burned out. After grabbing miniature laterns, they met up in the main room, or the room one enters first upon arriving at the summer mansion.
"What happened? Everything electronic is failing to work!" Heather pointed out the obvious.
"Hm..." Jagger barking, being one of the last people to enter the room. The white dog set the lantern down so he could speak clearly. "Nobody else in this neighborhood is having trouble, so it can't be a blackout."
"Uh... I think the problem is that we haven't paid any of the bills for this month," Kishy answered the problem, holding up an open red envelope with over ten bills falling out. One of the ten bills had the total written.
"What the hell, we just got here!" Kane groaned, having an urge to rip every last bill.
"Well, whatever, I'm sure it isn't a lot we have to pay for. How much?" Angel turned his head from Kane over to Kishy.
Kishy held up the slip with the total on it. To the left of Kishy's thumb read '$20'.
"...oh well that's not so bad, I'm sure I could pay-" Lindsay was cut off by Ben.
Ben squinted his eyes at the paper and observed for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and then spoke up. "Wait a sec... Kishy, move your thumb please."
"...oh, that. Sorry," Kishy apologized quickly, moving her thumb slowly. More zeroes popped out each time Kishy's thumb retreated past one. By the time her thumb was back, everyone's eyes grew wide and their jaws were on the floor... literally.
"WHAT THE FUCK, $2,000,000,000?!" Kane shouted, having his urge grow more and more before Angel tried to calm him down.
"What did we even do for this to happen anyway? We were only here for four days, this being our fifth," Angel pointed out, using his index finger to point at the calendar next to the flat screen smart TV.
"Oh... yeah... did I mention that Chad borrowed this very summer house last year while I was away and it was still being built? I guess he pushed it aside for that long..." Amina quietly replied, hoping not to have anyone hate her for her reveal.
"Huh... no wonder why he's homeless," Sarina nodded.
"Oh... I guess we got the bill Chad never paid... shit," Kane slapped his knee and faced the opposite way.
There was a pause of silence due to everyone thinking of ways, ideas, and methods of paying their debt, until Amina got an idea.
"Aha! Wait, you guys have jobs right?" Amina turned around and asked everyone. There was no reply, and only the sounds of Jagger scratching his ear with his back foot could be heard.
"Yeah me neither..." Amina sighed, but quickly got back into her cheerful, happy state. "BUT, we can get jobs!"
"Yeah, but if we don't pay these bills in under a week, we'll have more pushed on," Kishy reminded Amina.
"Don't worry, I have a bunch of applications for good paying stores around here that will hire you in under an hour, and they are all located in the Amazon Shopping Center!" Amina riposted back, showing everyone a brochure of the shopping center.
"'Amazon Shopping Center'..." Logan read out loud, then reading the rest to himself. After a few seconds, they finished and looked back up at Amina, who was fixing up her earrings.
"Like it? I'll show you guys there if you'd like. I know this place anywhere... mainly because... I used to... live here... o-o" Jakob sighed the last part awkwardly, for it was weird living in a mansion that was built on top of his own house. Everyone shifted their eyes from Amina over to Jakob.
"Hm... I'd probably be interested in repairing broken electronics at iFixIt," Andrew looked back up at Jakob after reading the name of the repair shop.
"And we'd be interested in working at Urban Original," Isaac and Kane looked at each other and smiled.
"I'd be glad to serve as a comedian at SideReel!" Logan laughed, holding up a notepad full of jokes in his right hand and a condom in his left hand.
After everyone found a job they would like to apply to at the Amazon Shopping Center, Jakob walked them over to the shopping center, which was only a city away. When they got by the parking lot, they were amazed. In the middle of the parking lot was a huge fountain with an angel on top and the stores looked exactly how they looked like in the brochures they had all received. From left to right, the stores were iFixIt, NASA Training School, DreamMovie, SideReel, Jet Grocer, Urban Original, #InStyle, Writers' Cafe, Grub Hub, GameShop, Cosplayerz, and SpaDepot. There were way more on the other side of the Amazon Store Center, but these were the main ones. After applying for a job and getting their confirmations an hour later, they met up by the fountain.
"Yes, I got my application for a comedian at SideReel confirmed!" Logan smiled, sitting down along the sides of the fountain along with everyone else. The other people who applied were Isaac, Kane, Andrew, Kishy, Lindsay, Cole, Sammi, Angel, Erman, Tyanna, Sami, Ben, and Autumn. They had all gotten their applications accepted as well. The others were trying to stall the companies that gave them bills so they wouldn't kick them out of their luxurious summer mansion for good.
"Well, I hope by doing this, our power comes back soon," Kishy thought out loud, staring down at the beautiful water. "I'm a part time poet at Writers' Cafe."
"We got our jobs at Urban Original!" Isaac and Kane sang.
"Finally I can give tips to people who need them in fashion without being kicked out," Isaac said.
"Wait... I understand Isaac doing this, but Kane, why did you want a job at a clothing store this badly?" Ben turned to Kane, who was eating some fettuccine out of a bowl he ordered from Grub Hub, cooked by Lindsay, who was one of the two who got her job there. Autumn also worked there as a waitress.
"Heh... to yell at those stupid white people who try so hard to dress black..." Kane gave out a mischievous stare.
"Ah... well, I got my job at Jet Grocer, a store which sells all of the food, drinks, and other things at the top state," Ben smiled.
"Hey guys. Just got back from DreamMovie," Sammi welcomed herself to the conversation, finding a place to sit in between Lindsay and Jakob.
"What were you doing there?" Jakob turned his head to the left to ask his girlfriend.
"I applied there, duh. The manager thought I had so much potential, the manager made me a bureaucrat."
"O_O..." Jakob's faced expressed in fear.
"We applied at that iFixIt place," Erman, Andrew, and Angel notified in unison from the far right.
"I applied to that SpaDepot spa," Sami, thinking nothing could go wrong.
The preteens and teens looked over at the huge grandfather clock in the middle of the Amazon Shopping Center which began to gong the bell like crazy, indicating that it was now 12:00pm.
"Well, we better go to our jobs," Kishy stretched, grabbing a notebook full of poems and a beret.
"Wait, how do you know all of our jobs start at 12:00pm?" Ben asked Kishy, slowly grabbing his NASA uniform. He decided to work as a scientist-in-training at NASA Training School, also because he heard juniors and minors will be able to engineer a rocket to Mars.
"Didn't you read the brochure? All jobs start at 12:00pm for those who just applied. Good luck," Kishy nodded, walking over to Writers' Cafe. Everyone got up, grabbed their things, and headed their separate ways to their new job.
Sammi worked as a bureaucrat, Ben worked as a scientist in training, Autumn worked as a waitress, Lindsay worked as a chef, Kane worked behind the register, Isaac worked on assisting the costumers, Sami worked as a hairdresser, Kishy worked as a poet, Andrew worked as a electronic repairman, Erman worked as an assistant who helped people choose the right electronics, Jakob and Angel worked at a video game store, and Cole worked as a model for cosplayers.
Inside Urban Original, Kane and Isaac changed into their uniforms, which were a dark blue shirt, khakis, and brown dress shoes. After being given a lecture of the story and the history of it, they started their jobs, with Kane being behind the register for that hour, while Isaac was ready to criticize.
Kane fell asleep by his counter, since nobody was there, but Isaac was wide awake. Isaac was given the job to aid any costumers in need, but he thought he would get a raise and perhaps a few tips if he were to recommend some things. After placing any clothes which were carelessly thrown onto the ground on their respective shelves, Isaac found an obese woman eating a McDonald's while staring at a slutty black transparent dress. He thought this was his chance, so he walked over to the lady and decided to help.
"Sorry ma'am, but this dress clearly does not fit you," Isaac pointed at the dress with an innocent smile. The lady gave him a funny look.
"Excuse me?" the woman asked through layers of fat, tears, and Cheeto dust.
Isaac tried to hide his cringe as his face was spat on on accident as the lady talked. The Canadian cleared his throat and spoke again with an innocent, welcoming tone. "Well, this dress is for people with hourglass shaped bodies. You're more of a blueberry. How about I take you to the aisle wit-"
The lady gasped and was speechless until a few seconds. "FUCK YOU!" the lady hit Isaac with her McDonald's purse, walking away stiffly, but slowly.
"Hm... maybe that was tip-worthy...?" Isaac thought to himself, rubbing the part of his face the woman hit him with.
Over at the counter, Kane was awoken by his slumber from a thud on the table. When the boy looked up, he saw a pretty young girl slam an Urban Original branded bag on the check-out table.
"I would like to return this, please," the teenager asked Kane politely.
Kane groaned, still not being fully awake, and he kept a serious face as he pulled the bag over to him. He had to stop himself from falling asleep on shift, so he reached his hands inside the bag and grabbed a pink laced cloth. Still keeping his serious face, and not quite knowing what it was, he grabbed it from the bag, with one index finger in each of the two wide openings. Yet again, keeping his straight and tired face, he brought the cloth up to the light to see what it was.
Sniff sniff...
...Kane's eyes widen, for he was now fully awake and could identify the strange piece of cloth. To his horror, it was a pink thong with black laces, but that wasn't the gross part; the gross part was that at the bottom, there were brown, red, and yellow stains, and the red ones were dripping from the sides like it was recent.
"HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
"So, can I return it or..."
"You definitely can't return THAT!" Kane slamming his fist into the table, now being fully awake.
"What? Why not?!" the girl fought back.
Kane had a disgusted look on his face. "B-because that's just plain DISGUSTING!"
"Hmph. I'd like to hear that from a manager," the girl sassed back, crossing her arms.
"F-fine..." Kane gritted his teeth. He turned around and stared at the wall for a few seconds.
"He said no."
"What?! Y-you didn't even call him!"
"We can speak telepathically," Kane smiled a tired, angry, but sarcastic look.
"..."
"I'm out of this shithole!" the lady Isaac served shouted, bursting out of the Urban Original.
Behind her, was the girl Kane err-... attempted to serve, holding up her dirty panties in her left hand and her phone in her right hand. "I'll show him telepathy..."
"Haha, that's right, walk away you weakling!" Kane laughed manically as Isaac crawled over to Kane. Kane froze and looked down at the bruise on Isaac's left cheek.
"Hungh... well, I think old women are offended by their own body shapes..." Isaac explained to Kane like he discovered a new species.
Over at the NASA Training School, due to Ben's intelligence, he was chosen out of the other scientists in training to launch the rocket to Mars due to his intelligence, common sense, and behavior. What the scientists didn't know was his clumsiness.
"Alright... due to his incredible IQ for a boy of his age, his behavior, his common sense, I call up to launch our first rocket... Ben Tetanus!" a professional NASA astronaut smiled as people clapped for Ben to walk up stage.
"Good job, Ben!" the astronaut smiled down at the know-it-all.
"Um, I need to tell you something before this," Ben nodded after all of the clapping has died down.
"Yeah, what is it?" the astronaut asked in a not so serious tone of voice, bending over a little to hear.
"Um... i-it's Tetris. Just Tetris-"
"Ah..." the astronaut rose back up and spoke in his normal voice. "Sorry, we meant Ben Testicles. We just needed a real name."
"F-for what?" Ben asked, hoping it wasn't for some big nationa-
"For our newspaper interview, obviously! And our news broadcast. The whole world, or at least this country, is going to see it, Mr. Testicles!" a news reporter came out of the trash can and answered Ben.
"...well, whatever. I'm ready. So what do I do?" Ben shook his head and asked the astronaut.
The astronaut pressed a button on his remote, causing a hole to form in the ground to make room for a table. On the table was a drawing pad which would show on the projector if you were to draw.
"Alright, Ben. Here in NASA, we use professional programs like MS Paint. We want you to use this drawing tablet to draw an emblem that you want to rocket to carve into the moon. We only do this every century, and you are the chosen one. Go ahead, draw," the astronaut explained, reaching his hand out to give Ben the drawing tablet's proper pen.
Ben then began to draw a picture of a man thinking up addition signs, to symbolize how much technology has added to get this far. After a few minutes of adding details to his drawing, Ben set his pen down and walked up to the astronaut. "I'm done."
"Great! Now, the scientists in the back room are copying the drawing's data into the rocket. They should be ready in a few minutes. Until then, let's wait, go chat with the news reporters!" the astronaut slightly pushed Ben into the news reporter from before.
After a few minutes, the intercom went off and everyone got silent.
"Attention, everyone! Welcome to the test where we see if Ben Testicles over here is worthy enough to become apart of the professional NASA crew. We have worked so hard on this rocket, and now we are going to make it create Ben's design into Mars! That's right. So please be quiet, and let's watch Ben blast this thing off! The best part, however, is that is rocket is made of gold that we get to sell for more projects in the future! Come on up, Ben."
"Alright, Ben, now, what you do is look through this telescope-like object. Place your hand on the joystick on the right, and use your left hand to move the pointer where you want the marking to be," the astronaut helped Ben out. After Ben got the gist of it, he was ready. Nothing could go wrong, right?
"Okay, I am ready..." Ben nodded, catching a good grip of the joystick.
"Alrighty... 3... 2... 1..."
"AHHHHHHHH, WHICH ONE IS THE ROCKET-" Ben accidentally pressed the wrong button and moved the rocket over to a satellite, bouncing the rocket the other direction and it landing in the sun, never to be seen again. "Aw shit..."
"...w-well... maybe the missiles used to create your picture landed on Mars. It never comes off either, so that's a plus, r-right?" the astronaut was really embarrassed, and since this was live, you can't edit the past. However, he still had hope for the missiles. Ben moved the telescope over to Mars, where instead of a carving of a man pondering about mathematical equations, it was a Hitler-looking guy thinking about the swastikas. OH, and this would never come off.
"..." the astronaut cringed.
"BEN, GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS SCHOOL!"
In GameShop, Angel was working as a cashier, and he was actually doing somewhat of a good job. He worked with Jakob, except Jakob was one of the people helping get any copies from the back. At the register, he had just sold fifty-two copies of Pokemon Alpha Sapphire and Pokemon Omega Ruby. Angel guessed Twitch Plays Pokemon helped the game sales by a lot, and he understood. But then, this one douche-bag looking man walked in the GameShop which changed a lot of things regarding his relationship with the manager.
"Hey, welcome to GameShop, how may I-"
Phlabuuuuuurt. The douche had just farted as a reply. Angel didn't think it was to be funny, but the web tech was not quite sure. What he was sure of, however, was that he was probably going to be trouble.
"Yo, uhh... may I have this Xbox 360?" the man asked, holding a PS3's box.
"That is a PS3, sir," Angel tried to be nice by giving a friendly smile.
"Well whatevah, may I get this... uh... PSBox?"
"Sure, but I hope you are aware that the boxes on display are empty to avoid any stealing. All of the devices are right under the employee workers' desk. Now, which one can I get you?" Angel asked again.
"An Xbox 360."
"Okay... hold on... ah! Here," Angel bent over to grab a heavy console in shape of an X. "Is this it? The Xbox you want?"
"...what the hell are you talking about? I asked for an Xbox 360, not one of those Playstations!" the man shouted, entering rage mod.
"Look, you want me to get you a Playstation 3, because that is what you, sir, are holding."
"No! This is an Xbox 360! Don't you know anything?!" the man argued.
"What the hell? Xbox, Xbox! X! THE BOX IS SHAPED LIKE AN X FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Angel yelled back.
"You fat liar! I'm in college and I know everything about the gaming world, my grandma told me!"
"THAT PROVES MY POINT!" Angel snapped, throwing a Wii at the douchebag to counter him throwing a Sega.
The two boys argued until it broke out in a physical argument, throwing old school consoles at each other, until right when Angel chucked an old beta Wii, it missed and hit the manager right in the face.
"Ow... Angel!" the manager gasped, looking at all of the messed up consoles. "Angel! You're fired! I knew I couldn't have trusted you and your spastic TPP fanboy friend!"
"Huh... Jakob?" Angel asked curiously.
"Go see for yourself," the manager growled, slamming the door after Angel got in. When Angel got in, Jakob looked like he was having a seizure on the ground, with his mouth foaming and him repeating forced memes.
"Jakob, how did you get fired?" Angel asked, calming Jakob down.
"I thought it would be funny to make all of the games like Pokemon Gold, Sonic Heroes, and Tales of Vesperia for example lag and glitch out for the lolz. I got fired, of course," Jakob bluntly explained, calming down.
"Well... I got fired too... let's go help clean up this place before we leave. It would be proper at least."
Logan's first act was supposed to be in a few minutes. This was his chance to shine light a star. He had his glass of water, his list of jokes, everything! He knew he was ready to be a comedian.
"Thank you, Sean Nutsy for, uhh... what ever that was... now time for comedian Logan Diggy to shine bright with his jokes!" the announcer shouted through the intercom. Stepping on stage from the steps, Logan set up the microphone, placed his glass of water on a stool, and flipped open his notepad.
"Alright..." Logan smiled nervously. He then found a good joke about the Jews and the hookers. "Why do Jewish men like to watch porno movies backwards? Because they only like the part where the hooker gives the money back!"
A few people in the audience gasped.
"Hey, why do they call it PMS? Because Mad Cow Disease was already taken, am I right men?" Logan chuckled nervously. The commotion got louder.
"Uh... why doesn't Mexico have an Olympic team...? Because all of the Mexicans who could run, jump, and swim are the the US!"
"This is really racist!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the crowd threw tomatoes at Logan as he got off stage.
"Aw man..."
...
"They didn't hear the one about how to say "fuck you" in Los Angeles? Trust me!" Logan tried to comfort himself with his own jokes.
Kishy looked up from her brochure to look for the Writers' Cafe. Following the directions from the brochure, Kishy finally made it to the entrance of the Writers' Cafe. It was in between #InStyle and Grub Hub, where Autumn and Lindsay were working. "Time to show these people true poetry," Kishy thought to herself, smirking at the poem she had. The manager loved her poems and thought she would be great for a poetry teacher job that was jst opened. She opened the double doors and she was set, prepared to get a rating for her poem. The girl was introduced to all of the participants who also wanted jobs there. Right when she was seated, she knew these people were different. Some were wearing cringy clothing, such as shades, and a cap worn backwards. One of them wore a sleeveless shirt with the writing 'How to be swagalicious:' and the writing under it reading 'Don't be a nerd'.
Retard. Kishy thought, looking at all of the stupid teenage trends. She was the first one to be called up, and she wanted to rub in her good writing on everybody's faces. She flipped to the poem she wanted and then stood up in front of everyone watching. She cleared her throat and read with expression.
"My poem is called Angels with the Sky... clouds will wander through the night. The clock begins to chime its cold bells, Floorboards creek below the stairwell. Doors will open doors will Close, Wind will cry from the coldness it flows. Hell is awake, Hell is aware, Night is the reason we all are scared. Things unknown will lurk upon us, Every step forward is a step of a curse. Children's laughs turn into cry's, As the Angel of Death looks into there eyes. It watches for People, people alone, No where is safe. Not even your home..."
Everyone snapped slowly. Kishy was not quite sure why it was so quiet, but she figured that didn't know how to snap. Upon exiting the stage, the guy with the cringeworthy sleeveless shirt walked on stage without even bothering to say the name of his poem.
"Roses are dead, violets are too. I'm still in love, but not with you... you thought you hurt me, and made my cry... but now I'm in love with another guy..." the teenager began
Wow... this guy's poem isn't as bad as I thought... Kishy thought. Just then, the guy put on pink shades, grabbed his iPhone 6, and put on a rap beat.
"Yo yo yo! Simply 'cuz you got no class, all you can do now is KISS MY ASS. You sit around and talk yo' shit, so fuck you and your little ass dick. I'm independent, and I can do thinks your stupid pussy can't do! You tell yo girls you played me like a bitch, and I tell my homies, you ain't got no tits! You said you loved me, but it wasn't true, well guess what you fucking bitch, I played with 'ya too!"
What the actual fuck?!
Everyone started off in snaps louder than the ones directed for Kishy, and they began to clap afterwards.
"What the hell? That isn't poetry!" Kishy shouted out loud, stepping on stage.
"Kishy, don't interrupt a poem!" the manager shouted. Kishy was surprised. It turned out that the manager was an elder who wanted to feel young again, so he dressed up in a snapback, fake gold chains, a white sleeveless shirt, baggy pants, and Nikes.
"...listen... poetry is a formal, classy form of art we do to express meanings and wisdom is a beautiful way, not to bust into a god awful rap about your ex-girlfriend..."
Everyone got quiet as Kishy began her speech.
"Our generation of poetry is dying. No effort is being made into these so called 'poems' whatsoever. Poetry is supposed to be wise, emotional, meaningful... look, we should all save this generation of poetry before us elders are dead before we can tell these young ones the true meaning of poetry... I hope you understand, and together, we can save this underrated form of art. Who is with me?" Kishy asked, raising her voice for the concluding sentence.
It turned out that the whole audience was composed of stupid teenagers and elders who wanted to feel young.
"BOOOOOOOOOO!" they all shouted, throwing Kishy out of the window.
...
"Now who's ready fo' mah poem? It's a rap about my selfie game!"
"YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" everyone cheered.
"Idiots don't know true talent," Kishy coughed and shook her head from outside after being rejected.
Over at the Grub Hub, Autumn and Lindsay had their own problems. It was Autumn's shift as a waitress and Lindsay's shift as a chef. Autumn wasn't doing too well with her uniform. It turned out that the manager accidentally gave Autumn a tight, short shirt. The uniform was a white dress shirt, a black skirt with pleaded white laces at the rim, and black high heels. The manager said she would get Autumn a less revealing skirt if she still was working there by Saturday. Autumn gulped after she changed, knowing she had to go out some time, and the girl took one deep breath and departe from the bathroom.
When Autumn was walking out slowly and nervously, the male costumers were crazy over the skirt. Autumn tried to play it cool and ignore the men trying to take a peek, until she got over to table six which, to her demise, was a table full of immature high school boys.
"What would you like to order...?" Autumn asked nervously.
"...dayummm, I'd like to order a piece of that ass!" one of the males said, slapping the girl's ass. This set a fire inside of Autumn's body.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFF-...
"Hell yeah, you looking good!" another male nodded, giving it another slap.
UUUUUUUUUUUUU-...
"Yeah, I'd like to order that!" a male from another table shouted, slapping it one more time before Autumn snapped.
"THAT'S IT!" Autumn yelled. Autumn grabbed an empty table, not even bothering to take off the table cloth, and broke table six in half.
"BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TOUCHING ANOTHER WOMAN'S ASS YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!" Autumn shouted, aiming for all of the males' heads.
"Woah, relax Princess PMS," a six foot man called from behind.
Autumn turned around with murder in her eyes. "Princess... PMS...? Sure... I'll calm down..."
"Ah, goo-"
"WHEN YOU'RE IN HELL, DUMBASS!" Autumn yelled, smacking the table into the tall man's ass. "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?!"
Just then, the manager came bursting out the door with an outraged look on her face. "Alright, what the hell is the problem? Autumn!" she noticed the incident.
Uh-oh... Autumn cooled down, setting the table back in its place.
"Autumn, you and your friend Lindsay are fired!" the manager shouted, trying to keep her cool.
"Huh...? Lindsay? Why?"
"She shit in someone's food when we ran out of meat for a hamburger."
"Ah. Well, fuck."
Everyone got fired from their new jobs that day. Isaac insulted a fat woman, Kane refused to accept the refund of the stained panties, Ben made an unremovable Nazi symbol on Mars, Angel threw a Wii at a douchebag, Jakob spazzed out, Logan told incredibly racist and raunchy jokes, Kishy actually had a good poem, Autumn was fired after flipping out due to perverted costumers after throwing a table and killing a few, Lindsay shit in someone's food, and that wasn't all! Sammi snapped and made out with a hot redheaded girl, Andrew accidentally electrocuted everyone, Cole got fired for making out with a manikin, and Erman broke someone's Apple device. They all met up once more by the fountain in the center of the Amazon Shopping Center.
Sigh... "Well, this sucks. I guess our summer fun has to come to an end," Cole sighed once more.
"Yeah, well that jerk deserved this," Autumn huffed, still scratching at her butt.
Everyone huffed, knowing the bills weren't paid, until they saw Amina running down the shopping center with the others. She stopped by the fountain.
"Guys, we have our house all paid for!" Amina smiled, shocking everyone.
"Wait, how?" Kane shifted his head over to the Canadian.
"Apparently, that bill was meant for Chad. We only had to pay $2,000," Sarina explained.
"Wait, how did he get a house?" Sami asked after getting fired from her job by putting acid in her costumer's hair instead of shampoo.
"He robbed one across the street."
"Oh..."
"Well, isn't this great?" Jagger barked in joy.
"Yeah, now we won't have to work here anymore. Luckily we weren't banned from visiting or shopping here," Isaac wiped his brow, getting up along with everyone else.
"How about we just go home? I had quite the day," Angel suggested, rubbing his head where the costumer he had a fight with threw a DSi at his head.
"Yeah!" everyone said at once, following Jakob back to their summer house.
And so, the house was all paid for, Chad got arrested, and they all sucked at their jobs. The end, kthx.