Here I am sitting, thinking of ways to troll you guys. I ask myself what's big right now in america to add that western media touch. The news comes up and says gay rights and I was inspired to write this. This will be one of the gayest chapters so far. :'( enjoy.

"Hey,Sock. What about that chick? Hot right?" Boxer asked as they both scoped out people from a cliff.

"Really? She's just another dumb Debbie with huge boobs." Sock criticized."I give her a 20."

Boxer pointed in the other direction."How about that cute guy over there? You gotta like that."

"So plain a bagel wouldn't screw him. He'll be as bland as white rice in bed. Can you say missionary? 18."

Boxer pointed again."That guy?"

"10."

"Her?"

"5."

"What about her?!"

"Zero. A big fat zero. You have terrible taste."

"What is wrong with you?" Boxer asked, annoyed by his brother."Stop being such a prick. We can't pick up anyone this way."

"Oh? Feel free to do whatever you want with those losers on your own." Sock told him.

"Sheesh. All i need is a cute face and a rockin' body."

"Sounds like something a stupid, horny gigolo would say."

"Then what do you look for in a man?"

"You wouldn't be able to comprehend my refined tastes." His face scrunched up a little."What's that?"

"Huh?" Boxer pulled up his binoculars and saw an ugly Ghost.

"C'mon baby. Just one drink?" He pleaded... and farted."I'm not looking for penetration, for reals."

"Gross, that Ghost's trying to get laid." Boxer said disgusted."That face looks like it's been through a blender." He kept watching." He farted again. What do we do about this? Kill him?" He asked before turning."Sock? Where'd you go?"

"Gorgeous!" Sock said to the Ghost.

The Ghost looked at him confused with snot dripping from his nose.

"Omigod!"

"Huh?!" Everyone around them screamed watching.

"What?!" Boxer yelled crushing his binoculars.

Back at the church Boxer was scolding Sock.

"A date with a Ghost?!" He yelled.

"That's right. Is there a problem?" He said as he made sandwiches.

"Are you fucking insane?!"

"Do you believe, Boxer?"

"In what?" He asked.

"In destiny!" Chick lunged for the sandwich but Sock cut her into tiny pieces."I knew ever since I first laid eyes on him! That I was born to meet this man!"

Boxer was on the verge of vomiting.

"It was destiny!"

Sock went to the park to meet the Ghost wearing a pink outfit to match him.

"Hi!" He said waving.

Everyone in the park gawked at them.

"Did you wait long?" Sock asked.

The Ghost caught a fly and ate it."You bet I did. I was about ready to leave."

"Sorry. I couldn't decide what to wear."

"It doesn't make any difference."He said before he farted on Sock.

"So cool..." Sock opened hid picnic basket and showed him the sandwiches."Um...I don't know if you'll like these."

"Dude, don't tell me you made those yourself."

Sock nodded.

"For reals? Lame. I wish you wouldn't pull that crap."

Sock pulled out a sandwich and fed it to him. He opened up and the stench caused everyone bu Sock to throw up.

"I love that smell!" Sock said."So sweet!"

"Dude. Your food tastes like donkey ass. You have no idea how to cook." He farted on Sock."It needs more salt." He squirted his snot on it then ate it from Sock's hand leaving saliva all over him.

"Omigod!" He said as he watched him eat."I love you."

After that they went on a series of dates to the store, ice skating, and the amusement park. Pictures of their dates surfaced on magazines and Boxer saw them.

"Forbidden love between Angel and Ghost! Boxer & Sock have twisted tastes?" It read.

"What the fuck!" Boxer yelled in the small store. He heard the whispers of people around him."What did you say?! Fuck!" He headed home in a flurry.

"Wake up, Sock!" He screamed banging on his door."You're making the mother of all mistakes. Give it up." He moved to door on the floor."He's fugly. He's a Ghost. He smells so bad you can't even have sex with him!" He went on the balcony." The whole world's laughing its ass off at you! Don't you get it?!"

"He isn't listening to a word you say." Bra said bluntly.

Sock laid in his room exercising and reading with Chick on his leg." No one ever said loving someone is easy. How cruel fate is, that even my own brother stands in the way of it."

"Hey Sock! You listening?" Boxer spoke through the cattle head intercom. Sock looked over."Okay. Truth is, I won't say that sex is all that matters. But we're talking about a Ghost here! It's your duty as an angel to-" Sock threw Chick at it and it broke.

"I don't give a damn about duty." He looked away sadly."But... I can't keep this a secret from him forever.

The next day Sock went out for a walk with the Ghost.

"Man, what's wrong with them? Don't stand on the court if you suck. Why aren't they out with broken legs. Those posers. They probably saw some Wimbledon on TV and decided to give it a spin." The Ghost complained.

"Hey, wait up a sec." Sock said shyly.

The Ghost stopped."What?"

A few moments passed before Sock said anything.

"I've got something I need to tell you."

"Hm?"

"I'm actually..."

The water fountain in the park began to gush in the middle of his sentence.

"an angel." He finished.

"Huh?!" The Ghost gasped."What's that about anal?"

"An angel sent from Heaven. My duty is to dispatch Ghosts. In other words... to destroy your kind."

"Huh? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I have no idea what you just said, but I'm going to be killed... anally?!" He yelled confused about the situation.

Sock shook his head."I will no longer be bound by duty! I choose to live my life as a man instead of an angel! Because... no title matters when you've found the one you love and you'd do anything for them."

The fountain blasted at full force adding effect to the speech. Sock grabbed the Ghost's hands.

"Let's elope and make our new titles." He spoke softly."Lovers."

"You want to elope with me?"

"I'm ready to turn my back on Heaven for you!" He pulled him in for a hug."I'm willing to follow you to hell!"

Sock went home and packed his clothes. Getting ready to run away. He walk outside not knowing Boxer was watching from the balcony.

"Looks like we're out of options.

...

Back at the fountain the Ghost stumbled toward his lover hooded in a black coat.

"Sorriez. Did i keep you waiting."

He shook his head no, quietly.

"I had some business to take care of. I called a cab to make up the time. I don't have any money on me, so could you pay for me?" He farted smiling."Man, I'm so hungry. Completely starved. Dude. Wanna grab a bite before we head out? I'm broke, though."

"This Ghost never shuts up." He put his gun up to the Ghost's face."You Hungry?" Boxer pulled off the hood of Sock's coat."Here's something for you to chew on!"

"Who are you?" The Ghost asked."I'm the last thing you'll see before you die! Boxer Anarchy, Sock's big bro! Goodbye!"

"So you also do anal, o brother of mine?"

Boxer pushed the gun in further."I ain't your brother and I ain't doing anal with you! I'm the angel who's gonna send you to your grave! Repent!"

Before he could pull the trigger a suitcase came flying at him. He swiftly dodged and kicked it.

"Lay a finger on him and I'll show no mercy." Sock said angrily.

"Now look, I'm seriously worried about my dear little brother..."

"We're no longer brothers!" Sock screamed at him.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea. When will you realize that?"

"There's nobody else like him! You wouldn't understand when you've never fallen in love before!"

"Love, my ass! Guess what? This fucker doesn't love you!"

"That's not true!" The Ghost yelled falling to his knees."I mean..." He sobbed." A loser like me... can still fall in love!" He pulled out a small box and revealed a poo shaped ring.

"Gross!" Boxer said trying not to vomit.

"Is that..." Sock began to ask.

"I just spent my entire life savings on this!" He knelt on one knee."Will you marry me, Sock?!" He asked.

Boxer bent over and spewed out of disgust.

"Yes." Sock answered.

The Ghost began to put the ring on his finger.

"Hold up!" Boxer yelled.

Bra covered his mouth before he could say anything else.

"What are you doing, you fuckin' afro-priest!"

"Shut up and watch." She told him.

When the ring was fully on a pink light shone from the Ghost.

"Huh?" Sock questioned.

"It's like... I was born to meet you. Is this what they call destiny?" He slowly floated from the ground."Thank you... It's been really..." Sock watched as he disappeared."fun."

Sock stared at the sky where he vanished.

A heaven coin dropped down and Brassiere picked it up."A Ghost that was born from the lingering regrets of men who had never tasted the bittersweetnes of love. Fated to leave this world upon falling in love. That Ghost was finally rewarded, if only for a short time."

"You knew this would happen, didn't ya?" Boxer asked.

It started to snow lightly and a new constellation formed in the shape of poop.

"Is gay marriage even legal here?" Boxer asked.

"Chick, chick, chick!" Chick came bouncing through the hall to Sock's door. She peeked in watching him.

He was pouring tea and had a dessert on the table. Chick jumped toward it but Sock punched her away. He pummeled her then threw her in the trash.

"Hey, Sock!"Boxer said on the repaired intercom."There's another Ghost loose. Take to long I'll ditch ya!"

"So many Ghost, so little time." He quickly finished his tea and ran out of the room.

The ring that was given to him hung from the mouth of his Frankenweenie doll. Flies forever buzzing around it.

I like this one. Aren't you glad this isn't one of those run of the mill genderbends, some characters don't need to be changed. Boxer ruin a sweet moment. Some basketball humor. sad what happened to that guy. Finally a gracias to all my fans from spanish speaking countries. Te amo, never forget that.

***update*** There are gonna be music lyrics in my next story but may not go anywhere with it for now so, don't get your hopes up unless i say otherwise. Song will be about various things... like bananas.