Faline San vs. the Earth

The Rizzling

A/N: This story is bad, do not enjoy (reverse psychology).

Now that Fal is an international criminal he decided to rizz his way into the British Royal Family. Why? Because plot. Faline then becomes Dora. "Which flight should I choose? Screeching Baby Airlines, Olive Oil's Plane, or the Too Good to be True Flight?" Then there was an awkward silence, "The first one? Asombroso! (Yes I used Google Translate)"

Faline had to listen to another little rodent - I mean baby - scream for the entire flight to England. Faline then emerged from the sleepless 69 (nice) hour flight and found himself in the land of his colonizers.

When Fal arrived in the streets he heard many, many greetings in a British accent with the overwhelming feeling that he's in a stereotypical England setting written by an uncultured American.

Faline then teleported to wherever the royal family lives. A random British guy approached and a gave a firm, but not too strong handshake. "Good evening, middle schooler. What brings you here?" The guy greeted.

Fal then thought of the perfect rizz. "Are you a door?" Faline rizzed, "Because I aDOOR you."

The guy (His canonical name is Mr. Guy) felt the rizz but it did not affect him. For he is even more uncultured than I. Faline then teleported to King Charles. "Good evening, middle schooler. What brings you here?" He asked.

Faline then rizzed, "Are you bread dough? Because I knead you."

The king was shocked, Fal mistaked it for being rizzed up. "Can I have 1 trillion Ringgit now?"

Fal thrown into the dungeon where he saw...

GORDON RAMSAY?!?!?

A/N: All the rizz came from someone in a group chat I'm in so shout out to them I guess.

A/N: WARNING: i'm sowwy the humow in this fic is very owd and i am not pwoud of it.