”So, Jacob has decided to speak? Really? And his big protestation is that I associated him with the Mafia Men? Seriously? Are we going to cry now because I assume he’s got those cockdwellers in his entourage? Ok, sorry, I associated you with people who actually have won a single match. My bad, I won’t get you fucked up with anyone else ever again. But hey, while we’re on the subject of your short comings, let me ask you something? How does it feel to know that you’ve been had? You’re just here to try and get under my skin. My skin. No one else’s, but mine. You’re only around because of me, and I think it’s kind of funny. Because, bro, you got summoned to fuck with me, and you’re going to be failing hard. Want to know why? Because your fucking antics, they just don’t work. You’re trying to hurt people, and it’s just not working. Not in the least. But you don’t want to take people out of commission. Or some stupid ass shit like that. Right. I forgot. Actually, I really kind of did. See, I forgot how bland as fuck you are. Bruh, I had to take on a second match this week just to keep me interested in this shit. And it’s not working any. Shit, I’m losing interest faster than people stopped giving a shit about the Mafia Men before you brought them back.
Jesus, you’ve actually got me talking about you, and I honestly was hoping I wouldn’t have to. Fuck me on Tuesday, and no, that’s not an offer. I mean, I guess if I said Wednesday it would be. Ok, fuck me on Wednesday. Because Wednesday night, I am ramming my cock up that asshole. You might want to go and get checked for STDs in 6 weeks, because I am very positive that I am not clean. Listen, we need to just pause for a fucking second. How the fuck did we even get here? Like, honestly, examine how we got to this match. Because it takes a lot to make me pause something like this. We need to examine the facts. I fucking punked some douchebags out so badly that they went and played Final Fantasy, summoning Ifrit or something. The top of the cake? I orchestrated the move that sent their boss to the hospital for 4 months. And then they roll some dice and call you to out of The Don’s asshole. Or really, they found a bunch of DnD nerds, and paid you to fight their battles for them.
And you think coming after me is a good idea. Seriously. Imagine what I’ll do to you, if I actually got the desire. I know, you’re going to tell me how little you care or something, but bruh, at the end of the day, you do care. You care so hard. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have come after me. YOU CAME FOR ME. CALLED ME OUT. And you think that you’re going to actually have a shot here? Should we examine the process to determine how fucking that is? Because, let me tell you, if some dude put Crack in the hospital for months, I am not going after that dude. Not unless they’re asleep, and I have a big stick. With spikes. Fuck off, bruh. Go back and talk to dwarves some more. Go ask them if I should be mining coal or not. Fuck it, they’re opinion is as important as the nigga who says he doesn’t care about wins or losses, but keeps a tally of his losses. Go ahead and add another dozen losses, bruh. Cause you’ll have to lose a dozen times in a row before you could wear me down enough to pin me for 2.5 seconds. Pussy."
Frodo is chilling out on the sofa when Sarah comes in and begins to play some Avril Lavigne from like 2001. Frodo looks confused, as Sarah begins to dance a little dance for him. He sits back to enjoy as her hips swaying to the music. She raises her hands above her head and tussles her hair as she dances. Frodo's interest raises as she begins to slowly turn and twist while dancing.
"As much as I like this, I have to ask what this is about."
She dances and takes her top off, and reveals that she's not wearing a bra. Her bare nipples exposed, and enticing Frodo.
"I was going to go out and get a new mattress, and new linens."
"Yeah, go. But first, we've got to work something out."
"What?"
Frodo pulls his dick out of his pants.
[lihghtblue]"This erection."[/lightblue]
Sarah drops to her knees and begins to fellate Frodo. She works the shaft like a pro, and as Frodo is about to cum the front door opens and Swagmire's black ass face pops into view.
"Nigga, are you getting head in the living room?"
"Living room of my house. What do you want, Charles?"
Frodo finishes in Sarah's mouth.
"Are you really Fred, and not Simon?"
"I'm Fred."
"We'll see."
Swagmire reaches behind his back and pulls out Gary the Wallaby, on a leash. Frodo reels back, and rushes to hide in his room until Gary leaves. Sarah pops to her feet, and turns around as she's pulling her shirt over her head. Swagmire sees her boobs, and gets a little enticed, until he remembers she's his sister in law and a tranny. Swagmire and Gary leave. Sarah gets ready to go shopping with Katie for new mattresses and linens.
that is? Because, let me tell you, if some dude put Crack in the hospital for months, I am not going after that dude. Not unless they’re asleep, and I have a big stick. With spikes. Fuck off, bruh. Go back and talk to dwarves some more. Go ask them if I should be mining coal or not. Fuck it, they’re opinion is as important as the nigga who says he doesn’t care about wins or losses, but keeps a tally of his losses. Go ahead and add another dozen losses, bruh. Cause you’ll have to lose a dozen times in a row before you could wear me down enough to pin me for 2.5 seconds. Pussy."![[Image: ZXX7HJw.png?1]](http://i.imgur.com/ZXX7HJw.png?1)
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