CHAPTA SEVEN: CHRIS P. BACON

Denny was on the roof playing basketball. He had several basketballs with him because he usually lost ten or twelve or five hundred while playing on the roof of The Room because seriously, playing basketball on the roof of a building is a bad idea. Especially ewhen you're a dog who has no opposable thumbs to catch the ball with. An even worse idea is selling drugs, but Denny's an idiot so he did that! He was selling drugs to pay for his basketball habit, which goes to show, you should stick wqith football. AMERICA'S PASS TIME!

All of a sudden, Chris P. Bacon appeared on the roof. With a name like Chris P. Bacon, you think he'd be more of an amicable fellow, however, he was a total douchenugget.
"Hey Denny."
"Hey Chris P."
"You got my money, right?"

"It'll be here in a second."
"WILL IT, Denny?"
"It'll b here in five minutes. Come on, lets shoot some whores"
"Five minutes? I haven't got five FUCKING minutes." He then produced a gun out of his rectal sphincter and held it, poop covered, to Denny's head. Denny was ashamed that he got a boner from the poop smell, and becvause of his boner, he was too horny to be scared. All he wanted was for Chris P to dress him up in dog-gerie and pistol whip his tushy and call him a bitch. Instead, Chris P. just repeated over, and over, and over again: "Where's my money, Denny? Where's my FUCKING money!?"

Hearing the commotion on the roof, Tommy, Best Friend Mark, Lisa, and, for some strange reeason, Lisa's mom, apparated onto the roof.
"Whass goinn awwwnnnn" asked that fat whore Lisa, as Tommy ran towards Chris P. valiantly. Noticing that Chris P. was a pomeranian, Tommy pulled a gun out of his ass and shot him on the spot.
"7,000,000 BITCHES. WHO WON'T GIVE ME MY PROMOTION NOW FUCAAAZZZZZZZZZZZ?"

Everyone then congratulated Tommy on his murder of the seven millionth pomeranian in San Fran Germany, and forgot the whole incident with the gun. Except Denny, that is. He kept the gun to sniff/lick lulz. He was still crying like a little bitch boy because of the frightening encounter, and after several moments the others noticed this. Lisa and Claudette went over to him as the Furrer and Best Friend Mark took Chris P's body to the Mass Grave.

"Denny, who was that?!" Lisa shrieked.

"It doesn't matter" Denny whined, 'He's dead now!"

"A pomeranian like that pulls a gun on you and you say it doesn't matter? Where the HELL did you meet a pomeranian like that?! Some sort of crazy underground SEX CLUB?!" Claudette barked.

Denny had, in fact, met Chris P. at an underground pomeranian sex club where they had enjoyed some kinky vomit-play and butt sexx (AN: I do not own da move to dat fuck), but he didn't tell Claudette that.

"Stop ganging up on me!" he howled, "This is just like that time I went to a crazy underground pomeranian sex club! I mean- I've never been to a pomeranian sex club or enjoyed pomeranal! Get out of my orifices! I mean, life! YOUR NOT MY FUCKING MUTHERR! I just bought some drugs off of him!"

"WHAT KIND OF DRUGS DO YOU TAKE?!" Lisa asked with much urgency.

"... chocolate." Denny whispered, his voice full of girly shame.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP!" Tommy said, having reappeared into the scene.

"Dat vaz a clothes vun, Denny, ju almoist gotchoself kill'd! Lezz goh hohme HEILLHMHMMM?"
And with that, they jumped down the hole in the roof and landed on the bed...in THE ROOM.