Chapter 8: masturbate
Everyone was going apeshit. Suddenly Fabien (that faggot yoga instructor) walked downstairs and posed in the faggoty yoga position that yoga instructors position in. "Calm down everyone. Let's all calm down." Fabien faggoted. "FUCK YOU MY SON JUST FUCKED A PIZZA! I'M GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR YEARS!" Michael raged as he stepped closer to Jimmy. "Uh...actually Dad... I fucked it more than once.." Jimmy cringed. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Michael was about to blow the nuke when Fabien stepped in the way. "Now now Michael, it's time to calm down." Fabien buddhad. "GRRRRR!" Michael didn't want to listen. Amanda came from downstairs too. "Michael, listen to Fabien! Do it for me!" Amanda bitched bitchly. "Ugh...fine..." Michael pouted and pussied out again. Amanda went back upstairs. "Ah, ok, since we're all grown men here, let's all have a nice, relaxing yoga session." Fabien prompted everyone to get in a circle. "Now, everyone, spread your ass cheeks and bend over. Yes, like that." Fabien was pleased as everyone did this. "Release the tensions of your anuses." Fabien commanded. Jimmy pooped a little in his pants because he's a fat shit with no muscle control. "Now, everyone, unzip your pants." Fabien said. Everyone obeyed. Fabien went to the middle of the circle and laid down on the floor. "NOW RAIN YOUR JUICES ALL OVER ME!" Fabien commanded. So then everyone circle jerked their Ds all over Fabien. "Ah man, this is better than that pizza!" Jimmy laughed as he smoked his bong while whacking it. "MM MMMM GOOD NIGGA." Franklin orjizzmed while staring at Jimmeh. Trevor broke something while jacking it because it wouldn't be violent enough without smashing a prized valuable. When they were done, Fabien looked like Frosty the Snowman. "Mamusamumumau." Fabien bowed and left the house. "I feel..better." Michael smiled, while unhinging the nuke. "Great...now we can get back to heist..." Trevor was cut off as Michael's phone rang again. This time it was Tracey, and he could hear that queer Lazlow in the background.