2 years passed since he visited Heartbreaker Charles. N wasn't too particularly excited, because one time they did crack in the empty warehouse and the crack froze and turned into icicles in their throats.
To the stores! N thought. He wanted to buy some PP Ups from the Plasma Grunt in there. However, he was replaced by some flowery lookin' chick. N started to cry.
Outside the shops, he spotted Charles in the distance. Another breath later, N broke down to the ground, having flashbacks of the horribly frigid icicles.
Charles zoomed toward N with his motorcycle and ran over N's hand. "Oh, bro, sorry 'bout that. I'm mad. I won a rotation battle. I'm mad."
"Screw off," N wheezed. "I hate my life."
He held his hand up to his chest and rocked back and forth like he had Shaken baby syndrome.
"Dude, it's okay, we can drink bottles of LSD instead. I got ya covered," Charles bit his motorcycle in half and burped a bubble for a great cause. Except not really whatsoever at all.
"No!" N passed out.
He woke up some time later in Clay's arms, feeling like he was just raped.
"Hey, hey no-ow!" Clay sang happily, quoting his favorite Lizzie Mcguire song. "I saved you from Heartbreaka. He was sexing you. He's gay now."
"That shit's not cute," N said angrily, feeling higher than a kite. Charles's cum was probably chop full of LSD substance at this point. What a druggie.
"You're okay though, bro," Clay sounded like someone oddly familiar. "'Fuck me in the booty hole,' like you always say. You had it coming N, literally. Anyway, I love you babes. Peace."
Clay ran out the tunnel and hopped onto a mole. They ditched N and dug their way out without looking back.
"Fuck," N said and threw a Pokeball out of his belt. A prehistoric, flamboyant, gay bird came out. "Archeo...p...s...?"
"Get me out of here!"
He jumped onto his faggot and rode to the top of the cave, tapped the ceiling and the whole cave collapsed from N's nobility.
Free, N smiled and drank some opium leaking from Archeops's butt.