Ben 10 adventures in high fashion
"Laundry day y'all," croaked Grampa Max as he lugged his 450lb carcass across the dirty leather seat.
Gwen was too busy trying to wash yesterday's chili con carne ass blastings off the throw rugs.
"Oh gramps. Why can't you just wear a bib? Or a diaper," she cried and held her nose to the stinking scent of old man rot.
"I'm not a pussy like some of you. Now fetch me more lard."
He retched and sounded an ass cracker so loud the windows nearby shattered.
Ben was too bust slamming his head in the over door to really notice.
"Shit. I can't make this work," he moaned.
He rose and walked out the door then to the pavement. He raised his hands to the air. He then lowered it slammed to the omnitrax.
"I GIVE UP! TAKE ME JESUS!" he screamed.
The magical space time money making watch clicked and exploded him into thousands of wriggling pieces.
"Peace be with you my child," said Jesus.
Nobody knew he was a Highbreed. And they are the Aryans of the universe.
Somewhere Batman chuckled. He knew the truth. Harry Potter was going down for the crime. He walked slowly down the dirt road until he reached the smoldering boy chunks. He picked come of them up with tweezers and placed them into his bucket of sadness. Inside the bucket was the DNA of Jesus that he had stolen from Dumbledorf in a previously unwritten battle. He became walking back to his shadowy hide away with the bucket in hand. Whistling while he did so.
DRAMA!