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CHAPTER 12 THE REST OF EM'

Him,s sthis ir s bobodmv mosnlkrety ro tsllre yous thst ss trshejhifds scjaharoptreritr isa adboeur t a lfs ore the majon m ok i slaodnm aie atheis akmiropic ai salaso sa alac ICa eaakman anna ian sd aksdcant ds tooa 2 a9d apa'mf amlsk lalllMLmSHIt!!!! nobo~ (Translation: Hi this is Bobomonkey here to tell you that this chapter is about the rest of the characters. Also, *Something about an ice cone man and a cat with Tourettes??*) trash all made by Imanol Rico Rivera. NO ITS WJSAWS MANDES BYE BIBO!!!!1! WAAA WASAWWAAAAA!!! Ok back to the story. Morgz's mum stood ready to fight in her three-star Goku uniform, her vibrant plasma blade let out a soft hum. "Cometh on, showeth me what thee did get mateth!!" She sprung forward plunging her sabre deep into the crimson flesh of the tomato. The foul beast recoiled in pain, letting out a deafening bellow. "Ha! t seemeth thee has't not did face death foul beastie! I shalt rip and drop of sorrow thy flesh until thou art nothing but a husk!" "Oi M8 r ye F0kin done wi ah sala' yet?" Shouted Martin from across the house. Morgz's mum was still slicing away at the tomato, grown in her own garden. She thought that a salad would be a nice meal, considering Martin was morbidly obese. "Not yet mine own husband, f'r i still needeth to cutteth the onion, Besides thee wend without eating thee fatty." Ever since Morgz left, the family has been in shambles. Dishes were not washed in what seemed like weeks, even though it had only been two days. "O Morgz, Morgz, wherefore art thou Morgz? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love. And I'll no longer be a Capulet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague?" Morgz's mum howled unreasonably. "SHUT UP YE STINK'N SKANK! I OUGHT TA NEVER BE WITH YE!" Screamed Martin louder than Jill. "Silence thee m'rbidly obese bald-head'd brit!" Jill yelled back with unrelenting anger. "I wanteth not to heareth a w'rd from thee!" "WHA DI YE CALL ME? MORBITLY A BEAST? WHAS THA EVEN MEAN? RAHHHHHH!" The situation was worsening faster than quicksand, which wasn't very fast. "MUH MUH MUHORBHIDWHATAREYEOUEVENGSAYIN'?" "Snapa lappa craka dookie wally walla woo!" Say's the man with Tourettes. "Hella Wella moucha mouhua" Good job man with Tourettes! "Listen man whoop! Can you stop saying whoo haha! Stuff like THE DOGS ARE LOOOOOOOSE! That, please? It makes me HORNY I'M SO HORNY. Quite upset." Ruff! Says the dog, oblivious to everything. (What a numbskull.)