*The waitress epicly orange justices back over to our table and takes our orders*:
Reader: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'll have 2 number 9's, a number 9 large with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45's (one with cheese), and a large soda.
Phill (Daddy) swift: I'll have a salad.
Waitress: Ok, whatever.
Reader: mCscuse me bitch?
Waitress: bruh sit the fuck down. We bouta throw hands.
Reader: a'ight bruh
*Insert epic fight scene where the reader beats the shit out the waitress*
Reader: oof
Phill (Daddy) swift: Oh wow! this is the perfect time to use my new jojo siwa brand flex tape!
*Phill epicly slaps jojo siwa flex tape on the waitresses wounds*
Ok thats all for now.
*Chapter completed by MLC*
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We Better Flex Seal Our Lives Together || Phil Swift x reader || Gay
FanfictionFirst off in this story Phil isn't 74
