Text Mate (BBS Crew Fanfic) [Completed]

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TheRoastMaster's Kingdom

RoastKing<3: Craig and Tyler should get together

Four07: it's literally three in the morning

Moo: y

Lui: damn Brock u writing a novel or something?

Moo: fuck off

RoastQueen<3: thIS IS THE SHIT U WAKE ME UP FOR

WildHoe: Evan u better explain yourself or I will come over there and murder u

RoastQueen<3: OVER MY DEAD BODY BITCH

WildHoe: okay I won't murder you I'll just be very upset from a distance

RoastQueen<3: that's what I fucking thought

RoastKing<3: I'm just thinking because Tyler is a hoe and so is craig

Lui: r u saying that they should be the slut couple

RoastKing<3: slut²

Four07: it's too late for me to be laughing this hard

Lui: I mean u got a point there

RoastQueen<3: EVAN GO TO BED I SWEAR TO GOD

DaithiDeNoPrivilege: well we know y u want him in bed

Lui: wait for it

DaithiDeNoPrivilege: SHIT WAIT IM SORRY I FORGOT

Four07: idk what just happened but imma go to bed

Lui: David is just forgetful of Evan's sexuality

RoastQueen<3: Evan why r u sending me the bee movie script

RoastKing<3: I'm bored

RoastKing<3: According to all known laws
of aviation,

 
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.

 
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.

 
The bee, of course, flies anyway

 
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.

 
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

 
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.

 
Barry! Breakfast is ready!

 
Ooming!

 
Hang on a second.

 
Hello?

 
- Barry?
- Adam?

 
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.

 
Looking sharp.

 
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.

 
Sorry. I'm excited.

 
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.