Undercover Blue Riot (Transmigration)

Sign 8 Hate Yourself

"I almost moaned," Cyril said and chugged down a red bull. Edgar spat his red bull on Sklyer's face. Skyler took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his face.
"WHAT?! YO WHAT THE FUCK?"
"I can't help it, he squeezed my breasts," Cyril blushed.
Edgar looked at him, 'Does he realise that that's not a normal thing?'

"...Cyril, you're still mentally a man," Edgar said. Skyler went towards the ocean and washed the handkerchief. He looked like a lonely and sad figure.

"What?" Cyril looked at him. He was sitting with his legs crossed and pressed the red bull can on his lap. Edgar looked disgusted, "Dude...I'm severely concerned as your father figure,"
"Shut the fuck up,"
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU AROUSED BY YOUR CHEST?! YOU ARE A MAN, FOR FUCK'S SAKE MATE!" Edgar threw the can on the floor and wasted all the drink inside it.

Cyril scrunched his handkerchief and patted the wet handkerchief on his face. His face turned red, "...Heaven,"

"What kind of question is this?" Cyril asked. Edgar moved towards him, "You cannot ditch your homies!"
"I—What? How am I ditching you?"
"YOU JUST SACRIFICED YOUR MANHOOD!"
"I CAN'T DO ANYTHING IF I DON'T HAVE A COCK ANYMORE!"
"LEAST YOU CAN DO IS NOT BE HORNY CUZ OF OTHER BLOKES! ESPECIALLY TRISTIAN MILLER!"

"I WAS NOT HORNY! IT WAS A PHYSICAL REACTION!"
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE HAVING IT!"
"FUCK OFF WILL YOU?!"
"NO! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE IT AGAIN!"
"YOU—Wait, what?" Cyril looked confused.

"Let's make you used to being groped—" Edgar smirked.
"FUCK OFF, YOU SICK PERVERT!" Cyril covered his chest with his hands.
"It's just bros helping each other,"
"THEN DO IT WHEN I'M A BRO AGAIN!"
"I'm not gay,"
"HEY! LEAVE ME! THIS IS HARASSMENT!"

Skyler washed the handkerchief again and put it to dry on a rock. He saw a crab, crawling on the beach. He just stared at it for a while. Edgar and Cyril were shouting in the background.

The crab looked so red.

"AH! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

And so delicious.

"YOU'RE FEELING IT, AREN'T YOU!"
"PERVERT!"
"WHAT'S GOING ON THERE?!" A police car stopped by.
"Oh shit," Edgar moved away from Cyril.
"Was this bloke trying something with you?" The police officer asked Cyril.

"No sir, we're just pals," Edgar said.
"You're a couple?" The police officer asked.
"No, we're just pals,"
"Pals don't grope each other. Get into the car,"

"I didn't even do anything!" Cyril said.
"You were being groped. That's public indecency,"
"Nigga, people make out in public. The fuck you mean?"
Now is not the time to let your father's side take over, Edgar!
"Alright, get into the car,"

"No, sir, listen,"
"We'll do the listening in the police station, both of you get in,"
"Sir, we're white," Cyril said.
"You're not in the states. Get in!"

"I'm half white," Edgar said, "My dad is a black man,"
"So?"
"I get the N-word pass,"

"Get in right now!"
"I wanna call my lawyer," Cyril said.
"Oh, this handcuff is pretty schmick, don't think I have seen one that flash before!" Edgar looked at the handcuff, "Kinky,"

"I SAID GET IN!" The policeman pushed him into the car.
"Oh my God sir, be gentler," Edgar said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Hawt."

"GET INTO THE CAR! YOU'RE SO WEIRD!"
"Don't touch me there!" Cyril yelled.
"Hey, stop harassing my girlfriend!"
"I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"

"Can I get a schooner of beer, thanks" Edgar smiled.
"YOU ARE ASKING FOR BOOZE TO A POLICEMAN?!"
"Sure, I can set a world record here for sculling 2.5 pints of beer in 11 seconds."
"YOU'RE GETTING IN OR NOT!"
"Ow, don't push me so hard, daddy~"