12:00AM, Middle of Fucking Nowhere, Texas
The smoky smell of grilled steak fills the air of the Home Depot which had been barricaded with the help of Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu who's skillful usage of the hammer allowed them to seal off the entrance which had been torn open by Lightning McQueen who had driven through the damn thing just a couple of hours ago... they also figured that with all of the appliances and washing machines, they decided to put the bathtubs and washing machines to work to make their lives hopefully less stinky because the slutty Rindou and the sarcastic Stocking both hated the idea of being smelly.
Meanwhile Mika Jougasaki was still looking at pictures of her missing sister, Rika Jougasaki as she had proposed to use the bath after Stocking and Rindou and while those two were semi-rivals, they also hated the idea of smelling bad and had decided to go first while Shaq cooks some epic steaks which had been left by Antonio Brown after the great battle between the two ex-athletes... Mika was scheduled to use the bathtub alongside Kazari Uiharu and Ruiko Saten once Rindou and Stocking finished their own bathtime.
"Wowzers Shaq... those steaks look delicious, though I'm most excited about that gas... Kachow!" Lightning McQueen spoke eagerly as the smoky scent of the steaks enters his nostrels and the smell of gasoline made his mouth water eagerly with fervor.
"Ah, nothing beats a hot bath after a day like today," Stocking remarked with a smirk, her usual sarcasm softened by the promise of relaxation as her fairly large breasts are covered by the water of the bathtub.
Rindou nodded in agreement, her demeanor more subdued than usual as she licked her lips and drank some grape juice, trying to make it seem like she was dramatically drinking wine for some reason. "Agreed. We could all use a bit of pampering after all that shit we went through..." she replied, stepping into the makeshift bathtub with a sigh of relief as the hot water relaces their war-torn bodies... they had slain the Mr. Big Chest himself after he attacked them and their weary bodies were eager to accept this heavenly gift of hot water... though it was still hailing like hell outside.
As Stocking and Rindou enjoyed their bathtime relaxation, Shaq continued to tend to the grilling steaks like a grilling master, the aroma of cooking meat mingling with the faint scent of gasoline from the gasoline can which Lightning McQueen had begun to drink from eagerly like it was a capri sun... The atmosphere was one of cautious relaxation, a fary cry from the raw fuckrage which they had experienced just earlier, Caillou, The Cowardly Lion, Minoru Mineta and Antonio Brown all had their bodies sent towards the farthest corners of the store, stuffed inside of one of those storm shelters so nobody would have to look at those fucking things.
Mika Jougasaki eventually decided to take matters into her own hands and alongside the helpful hands of Uiharu and Ruiko... they built a second bathtub to relax in while Shaq continued grilling the steaks with seasoned precision which reached the likes never seen before or since for all that mattered.
As Shaq continued to masterfully tend to the grilling steaks, the savory aroma of cooking meat filled the air, intermingling with the lingering scent of gasoline from Lightning McQueen's unorthodox drink choice though he was a motherfucking car so it didn't motherfucking matter anyways...
While the Home Depot was peaceful now, the actual scenery was filled with blood, gunholes, broken glass and smashed pieces of metal which onced belonged to Antonio Brown's gatling dick and while it had once gone full berserk with the bullets, it was now nothing more than worthless scrap metal to be welded into whatever they fuck they could desire and while Rindou had many perverse ideas as to what that metal could be used for, it was heavily vetoed by Stocking Anarchy and Mika Jougasaki who saw little use for such perverted desires out of the crazy chef lady... come to think of it, why the fuck is the chick from Shokugeki No Soma not doing jack shit when it comes to motherfucking food?!
"Hey Kobayashi Rindou, get your skank ass over here! Aren't you some motherfucking chef?!" Shaq bellowed to Rindou who appeared lazy and was relaxing in the bathtub, she gave Shaq the middle finger which showed him exactly what she thought.
"Fuck off, let me rest... I'll show you motherfuckers what I'm capable of when I have some actual ingredients to work with, and I'll provide you with some crazy shit that eclipses three Michelin stars for real," Rindou retorted, her tone laced with confidence and swagger despite her sleazy and lazy tone, she had drank her grape juice from a wine cup strictly for the vibes only
She sipped her grape juice from a wine cup, adding an unnecessary touch of drama to her demeanor. Despite her brash exterior, there was no denying Rindou's culinary prowess when presented with the right ingredients... though for now, lame ass everyday beef isn't enough for her.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere within the group remained light-hearted despite the recent ordeal which had happened an hour ago, Lightning McQueen revved his engine enthusiastically, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding carnage as he recovered from his bruises caused by the hail.
"Kachow! Can't wait to taste those Michelin-starred dishes, Rindou!" Lightning McQueen chimed in, his enthusiasm infectious which lightened up the entire group with happy thoughts and feelings which were unusual nowadays and defied all logic at the time.
Stocking Anarchy shot a playful smirk at Rindou. "You better deliver, chef Rindou Kobayashi" she teased, her skepticism masked by a hint of curiosity at how a three star Michelin restaurant would taste like for them, it must've been something beyond their comprehensions and in this day in age, that shit would taste like heaven.
The glistening fat from the steaks looked appetizing to Shaq as he talked with his partner and best friend, Lightning McQueen while all of the girls were relaxing in bathtubs, Shaq was eager to make food for his comrades after all he shit they've gone through at the hands of Antonio Brown and the hailstorm which continues to rage with elfin fervor outside of the Home Depot.
As Shaq tended to the sizzling steaks with elfin precision, the glistening fat tantalized and teased his senses to the max levels of ecstasy, promising a meal that would rejuvenate his weary comrades after the harrowing ordeal they had endured after fighting Antonio Brown only hours ago, they had been exhausted after the battle against Mr. Big Chest and the idea of tasty meat filling their bellies was a dream worth seeking. Beside him, Lightning McQueen revved his engine in anticipation, his large mouth watering eagerly at the prospects of devouring some juicy steaks or at least the left-overs as he already had his gasoline only minutes ago because he was a greedy fuck.
"Can't wait to dig into some damn good steaks, Shaq broski!" Lightning McQueen exclaimed eagerly with his voice a cheerful hum amidst the tranquility of the Home Depot, his voice was jovial and carefree, he guffawed eagerly at the prospect of eating some delicious steak and giving spite to all those damn vegans who dared to talk about not eating meat, "After all the shit we've gone through, we deserve a feast fit for champions."
Shaq nodded in agreement, he lets out a throaty chuckle as he spoke with infectuous joy " He he he... you said it, buddy," he replied, flipping the steaks with practiced precision... this brutish former Baller had all the skills on the grill, just like the great Guy Fieri, "These steaks are gonna be the best damn meal we've ever had... until Rindou cooks us some damn three star michelin meal at some point."
Outside, the hailstorm raged with relentless fuckfury which would've split ALL of their skulls asunder with raw fuckrage had it not have been for the Home Depot which had sheltered them from the relentless wrath of mother nature and terra firma... they had narrowly escaped the maw of death that was the hailstorm as massive grapefruit sized hail rained down upon the Home Depot, its sturdy roof being a testament to the quality that came at the Home Depot, vast amounts of Skibidi Toilets from outside were being split asunder and smashed into pieces as their pieces of porcelain are restored back into the earth anew, forever forgotten and never to see the light of day again until further notice... as a result, thousands of Skibidi Toilets had begun to take shelter under trees and gasoline stations in hopes of surviving this maw that the clouds of death had whipped up for no reason at all.
As the aroma of cooking meat filled the air, the girls continued to relax in their bathtubs with elfin delight, finding comfort and relaxation amongst the hot water which was a balm to their weary souls, though the Kobayashi Rindou had begun to run out of grape juice which ended her dramatic drinking, Stocking meanwhile had just got up out of the bathtub while naked, walked over to a nearby teapot and served herself her favorite Earl Grey tea before descending back upon the warm waters of the bathtub, this raw and intense scene had caused Shaquille O'Neill to blush heavily and for Lightning McQueen to cover his eyes nervously, thus was the overwhelmingly powerful effect of Stocking's body which had been sculpted through years of tea and sweets which gave her the body of an angel, though she was once an angel from heaven at one point so I guess that tracks.
Shaq cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure after seeing the stunning body of the Stocking Anarchy, "Uh, Stocking... maybe you could, uh, cover up for fucks sake?" he managed to say, his voice slightly strained as all sorts of rage stirred in his pants.
Lightning McQueen nodded vigorously, still avoiding looking directly at Stocking who had aroused him despite him being a motherfucking car, "Yeah, Stocking, maybe a little modesty?" he added, his engine revving nervously, "We're fucking living together you know."
Stocking chuckled lightly, her voice laced with amusement. "Quit being so dramatic you fucknuggets, it's just a bit of nudity... nothing too obscene and besides, there aren't any motherfucking towels" she replied casually, taking a sip of her Earl Grey tea. "Besides, we've been through enough today to not worry about a little nudity and fuck does it feel good to be naked for once."
Rindou, overhearing the exchange from her bathtub decided to chime in with a mischievous grin. "Don't be so shy, Shaq. Lightning... besides, if you guys think Stocking is hot, I don't think you guys can handle Mika..." she teased playfully, her tone teasing.
Shaq chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, even I have my limits... looks like Uiharu has her limits too, damn" he mumbled, glancing at Lightning McQueen, who looked visibly flustered before glancing at Uiharu who had begun covering her eyes.
"Damn... this shit is getting way too lewd, quit staring you fucking pervs" Ruiko spoke as she had proposed a new rule for the group, "From now on... nobody is allowed to look at eachother as we all change."
Rindou sighed and took a deep breath, she stood up and revealed her body for all to see as she argued back, "Aww... but that's no fun!"
Uiharu continued to cover her eyes in embarrassment as she spoke up, "Yeah... well it isn't age appropriate and it makes some of us really damn flustered, just because some of you guys are capable of showing off doesn't mean we all want to see that shit."
Stocking, who had been observing the exchange with amusement decided to intervene with her usual sarcasm as she took another sip of her hot tea, "Oh come on, Rindou, can't you keep it PG for once?" she quipped, her expression teasing.
"Yeah... says the one who got up while naked!" Rindou barked back with a smirk, pointing at Stocking like something out of Ace Attorney.
"Yeah, well there weren't any towels so there!" Stocking guffawed with an overweening smirk which filled the corners of her mouth, she guffawed as she went back to relaxing in her bathtub.
Shaq, sensing the need to diffuse the tension, stepped in with a diplomatic approach. "Alright, alright, let's all respect each other's comfort levels, you motherfucking horny bastards... all of you! Yes, you too Lightning, I can see those leering eyes of yours observing the girls..." he suggested, his voice cold and authoritative. "We've been through enough today. Let's focus on getting some rest and enjoying this meal together."
Everyone chuckled after the silly argument, it Ruiko had a point in that technically they couldn't push this story to Rated M on accident because of these fucking scenes, would be quite a shame.
As the night progressed further, the smell of grilled steak permeated the air and reduced everyone to foodgasm and once the food had been prepared, everyone began to wolf down their steaks with elfin fervor which was expected due to the sheer amount of hunger that they had experienced at the hands of Antonio Brown and his comrades from hell.
"Damn, this shit is tasty... almost as tasty as those motherfucking Dodo Bird chicken Tenders I had back at the Galleria Mall in Houston, Texas... almost as good as them that is" Ruiko chuckled, she remembered those tasty wings that costed a fuck-ton that one time, they also had some Mojo Bones and Uiharu had a beastly Burger.
"You mean the one where you busted all your motherfucking funds on, I mean then again... you bought that crazy ass stock in BBBY that one time... you crazy ass bitch" Uiharu sighed, Ruiko Saten would probably go broke at one point due to her crazy spending habits which rivaled that of anyone, this whack-ass motherfucking chick named Ruiko Saten could probably crash the entire economy with her spending because she was a motherfucking degenerate.
"What was that? Dodo Birds, those fucking idiots would make a great stew with some spices..." Rindou pondered as she licked the edge of her knife seductively before cutting into her juicy steak... taking some solid chunks of meat and wolfing it down.
"Ha... this steak is delicious, It's even better than the ones I've had in some fancy steakhouses... but I guess that's because I'm starving... I was so hungry I could devour a fucking horse..." Mika squealed in excitement, practically having a foodgasm with the sheer ecstasy that was overwhelming and stimulating her senses.
Lightning McQueen, Shaq, and Stocking joined in the conversation after hearing the sheer foodgasm that was overtaking everyone but Ruiko who had the luxury of tasting the Dodo Chicken Tenders that one time, the voice of the GOAT of racing could be heard.
Lightning McQueen howled with enthusiasm and raw arousal which spread throughout his engine and hood, he spoke with raw fucklust after enjoying the sensual steaks of Shaq, "Kachow! This meal's hitting the spot, just like those pit stops back in the good ol' days when they would change my oil and insert the pump into my hole" he exclaimed, a twinkle in his headlights as he reminisced about his racing adventures with glory.
Shaq savored his own creation as he chuckled at the clear innuendos of Lightning McQueen, he nodded in agreement with a satisfied grin. "Like a wise man once said, there is no better feeling than eating some good steak, not even sex."
Stocking took her own bite of the tasty beef and took yet another sip of her Earl Grey tea before her voice dared to speak up, "I think its pretty good, though the fat is a bit lacking and the steak is a tad chewy, not bad... though the grilling is a bit amateurish and low-class... I guess it has a very Texan style to it."
"Wow look at this connoisseur, damn Stocking... who da fuck do you think you are?" Rindou spoke as she finished her meal, she may have been an all-time great chef but she was also a sucker for food though she never got fat because of anime power magics and plot bullshit, "Obviously it isn't the French Fucking Laundry at Yountville but this is some pretty damn good shit."
Stocking shrugged and took another bite of her steak which Shaq had created, she decided to continue eating the meal within the comfortable yet slightly bloodified confines of Home Depot.
"Gawd damn this shit takes me back, back when I was having fun with my gawd damn friends over at TNT Halftime Studios with my brotha, Charles Barkley" Shaq spoke with a nostalgic tone, this impossibly statuesque and brutish 7'2 350 pound man was reminiscing upon his memories with Charles Barkley, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"That Crazy-ass motherfucker had sacrificed himself for me to survive, rest in pepperonis to the Round Mound of Rebound... my best friend and loyal partner" Shaq spoke, he turned around to see Uiharu hugging him tightly.
"Aww Shaq, I'm certain that Charles Barkley cared about you to the very end... even as he sacrificed himself at the hands of the Skibidi Toilets..." Uiharu spoke, the smaller girl embraced this absolute mountain of a man as they shared their memories.
"Yeah... we got your back Shaq, after all... we've also lost someone, Kuroko Shirai... she was decapitated by a Skibidi Toilet who bit her head off like something out of Madoka Magica..." Ruiko added and before long, everyone got in a circle with their plates in hand... sharing some stories about their lives and getting to know each other better while eating.
"Speaking of which... I am still searching for my lost sister, her name is Rika Jougasaki... she is shorter than me and has blonde hair, please tell me if you find her dead or alive please... I lost her as we fled from the Skibidi Toilets..." Mika Jougasaki responded, Ruiko and Uiharu wanted to help out the beautiful pop idol as they had already known the pain of losing someone and the chance of potentially giving closure to Mika was something they couldn't ignore.
Mika Jougasaki's heartfelt plea for information about her lost sister, Rika Jougasaki had resonated deeply with Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu. The pain of losing someone dear to them was a shared experience among the group and they understood the raw importance of finding closure for Mika Jougasaki...
"Of course, Mika. We'll do everything we can to help you find your sister, whether she's alive or..." Ruiko paused, choosing her words carefully as to not say the bad word "Or if we need to bring closure."
Uiharu nodded in agreement, she felt the need to speak up "We'll keep an eye out for any signs of her. If there's any information, we'll make sure you know," she assured Mika, her voice gentle yet resolute and filled with the utmost sense of conviction.
"Aww... thanks guys, I know that everyone here cares for each other... even if we all act like a bunch of assholes to each other" Mika smiled softly, gesturing at Kobayashi Rindou and Stocking Anarchy who were both still arguing about what constitutes as good food... "I'm glad you two were allowed to enter this party and I'm glad that we allowed Shaquille O'Neill and Lightning McQueen to join as well... you guys are all like a second family to me."
Kobayashi Rindou, paused mid-argument and shot Mika a teasing and smug grin. "Oh, don't get all sentimental on us now, Mika... you know I'm just that same sleazy dicksleeve you find anywhere else" she teased, her tone light-hearted yet filled with raw lust.
Stocking Anarchy forcefully slams down her cup of hot tea for dramatic effect as she piped in with a smirk and a raw sense of camaraderie which came from her loins, "Yeah and we're like a dysfunctional family of sluts, washed-up athletes, goths, idols and average girls... but hey, we've got each other's backs when it motherfucking counts," she added, her eyes twinkling with excitement which also pulsated through the veins in her loins.
Shaq had been listening to their conversation with open ears and this tall ex-NBA player spoke but, "Hell yeah... we've got each others backs and we will travel together through hell and back... even if it costs me my motherfucking arms and legs."
Lightning McQueen blew his muffler in agreement like a total motherfucker, but he was a motherfucker full of love and kindness and all of that shit, "Yeah guys... I'll always put my damn body on the line if you guys need an escape from any shitty situation... Kachow!"
Shaquille O'Neill and his group had begun finishing their meals and they tossed their disposable plates into a small trashcan which was filled with all sorts of unspeakable things which were beyond unholy and cursed from the father of lies himself.
Kazari Uiharu had begun tinkering with some of the weapons left by the now slain group of Antonio Brown and had fashioned together some sort of machine gun through all sorts of crazy modifications that I can't explain because I am not a motherfucking gun nerd.
Uiharu's brow furrowed in concentration and hyperfocus as she worked on her potentially new creation, her fingers deftly manipulating the parts and making adjustments to the normally weak pistols which Antonio Brown and his crew had been armed with, sparks flew intermittently as she welded and soldered, transforming disparate pieces into a motherfucking machine gun which she could definitely use to murder some more Skibidi Toilet motherfuckers.
"Damn, so you aren't useless after all! Turns out all we had to do was give you some motherfucking welding shits, whatever those torches are called because I don't fucking know..." Rindou spoke with a teasing tone, though she had slowly warmed up to Uiharu who she once considered to be the motherfucking weak link in the group.
Uiharu flipped off her welding mask and reveals her welding torch with elfin fuckrage, she points it at Rindou and spoke with a primal tone of intensive fuckrage, "Call me useless one more time and I'll shove this motherfucking welding torch up your fucking ass and weld your asshole shut!"
Shaq and Lightning McQueen chuckle at the scene, they certainly had a colorful cast of assholes on this team and ultimately it didn't matter because they were all assholes and that was their identity, they were a bunch of fucking idiots who have somehow lived long enough to survive through this fuckstorm which was led by the Skibidi Toilets which had already caused them so much pain.
"Damn... these chicks are crazy, you sure we can handle them all Shaq?" Lightning McQueen guffawed as he witnessed all of the crazy scenes which were happening before them, just how could they possibly handle these unhinged bastards?
Shaq lets out a throaty chuckle, his voice rumbling with amusement as he observed the utterly absurd scene which dared to show itself before them, "Don't underestimate them, Lightning... because while they're a bunch of whack-ass motherfuckers, each one of them has their own unique strengths and perhaps they're all just crazy enough to make this shit work..." he replied confidently, his gaze sweeping over the group with pride as he took a puff of smoke and tossed his Versace Glasses onto the pillows.
"Besides, we've already dealt with a bunch of fucknuggets, Skibidi Toilets and that son-of-a-bitch named Antonio Brown... we're here to survive through this shit, through and through and that is final."
The Shaq rumbled across the Home Depot, taking all of the massive store within his sights as he kicked off his designer sneakers which he had bought years ago, he found a speaker and began to play some loud deathcore rap which fucked all of their ears at once and was only stopped by a raging Rindou who had grabbed the motherfucking speaker and smashed it into pieces with a flick of her wrist.
"O' Shaquille O'Neill, please don't play that motherfucking ear-rape in this damn building, I'd rather fashion a dildo out of a motherfucking cactus than listen to that bullshit any longer."
Stocking just watched from afar at this pathetic scene, she had grabbed a spoonful of some parfaits that Caillou the Balded One had been storing before being mercilessly killed and with those spoonfuls of parfait in her hand, she stuffed spoonfuls down her throat for she loved sweets which had sculpted her sexy body.