DEDICATIONS~
This is for everyone who ever had a dream.
This is for everyone who struck inspiration.
And for Spiderman..
Yeah..
Spiderman..
{{XDD}}
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Daron skipped happily out of the old lady's tent, a bag of pot swinging freely from his hand. Serj attacked him.
"Hide that!" he said.
"Oh, puh-LEEEEZ. Everyone in this stupid city smokes pot daily. 'M I RIGHT?!" he yelled.
"AMEN!" yelled the people.
Daron smiled at Serj in a 'ha-I-told-you-so' kind of way. John crossed his arms, wondering why he even came along. Shavo went bouncing around like a little kid.
"Nuh-UHHHH, you can't have some!" Daron said, shying away from Shavo.
"Why NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT?!" he whined.
"'Cause I bought it,"
"SEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRJJJJJ!"
"Dar--...Why the hell are you two acting like little kids?"
"EH."
Shavo looked sad, but he had a whole basement full of pot, so he's just a little Mister Pister, isn't he?
Yes.
Yes he is.
But, anyway, it didn't take them that long to get home.
Er..Serj's home.
Daron ran into Serj's room and locked the door, pulling his bong out.
"Did you miss me?" he asked it, "Did you miss me? Of course you did.."
"..........." said the bong.
~20 minutes later~
"Holy s**t...." said Daron slowly. He waved his hands in front of his face, seeing them in 82 dimensions. "WHOA,"
Serj came in, after about 20 minutes of working on the door with a screwdriver, took one look at Daron, and left.
"What..what..is wrong..with me..?"
Daron twitched, and then fell into spasms, then clocked his head on the pole thing of no significance on Serj's bed.
"MUAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHaHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Daron sat up straight, looking around wildly. He was still in Serj's room, hearing voices out there.
"Wut da ********?" he mumbled, scratching his head.
"Who the ******** ARE you?!" he heard Shavo yell.
"I'm BUSTER THE BAD!!"
He heard laughter.
"BUSTER THE BAD?!?!?! Are you a ********' GIMP or something?!?"
There was a crash, as the door slammed open.
"AAAHH! GIMP!!" screamed Daron, throwing his hand out at the 'bad guy'. He DID look a tad like a gimp. Green hair, 5 o'clock shadow, and spiky gauntlets with a small speedo and 'intimidating' spiky boots. He threw a punch at Buster the Bad, his hand becoming immolated with bright red fire.
"Sweet! My hand's on fire! Good-bye lighters!" he said happily, as Buster doubled over in pain. He withdrew a police-club thing from his non-existant pockets, and proceeded to beat Daron with it. But it didn't hurt.
"Resistant to Police Clubs! SWEET!" he yelled. Buster growled, turned and grabbed Serj, who mumbled something along the lines of 'not again..' "You c**k-sucking, a** licking, baby-eating SONUVABITCH!"
Daron cocked his fist back again, the fire growing considerably in size, and made contact with Buster's face.
"Hah. b***h."
{{DISCLAIMER: Buster The Bad and other villains, unless stated otherwise, do not belong to me. They belong to the 'KIDS BOOKS INCORPORATED' company..thing..}}
