Posted at 1:30 am on Aug 24, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion)
YOUR FAMILY SORTS MY DIG DOG!
"HUH? WELL TIT BARF BROOM?" Botch asked, his booming voice snapping Alexander out of the near coma he'd slipped into.
"Uhhh... did you want something, Botch?" Alex asked, wondering if he needed to get Staphanie on the speaker phone to translate for Botch.
Botch rapidly looked around the large office, wondering where the voice was coming from, somehow not noticing Alex sitting just a few feet away behind his desk. Botch dropped his mustard and grease-stained Soon-To-Be Championship to the spotless carpet and tugged open his tights to examine his zit-sized penis.
After another two days of Botch just standing there, gazing blankly into his tights, Alex said, "Botch! Is there something I can help you with? If not, do you mind leaving my office?!"
Farting, Botch finally looked up in Alex's direction and said, "HUH? GILL ME THE ABSFLUTE WOMANY'S CHAMPAGNESHIP! I BEEFED GUNNER, BUTT FRAGELL, AND DOOPER! I WANT TO FAP DARKBLADE FOR THE SOON-TUBA CHUMPINGSHIT!"
"Wait, what the fuck?" Red said, raising an eyebrow. "Your FATHER did this? To protect them from YOU? What the fuck did you do to my family?!"
"Red, you don't understand," Darkspade replied, watching as Red began pacing angrily, not straying far.
"Don't understand? Red asked, laughing. "Seems pretty simple to me, Spade! You have daddy issues and my family has paid for it!"
"Red, be quiet," Spade said, keeping his cool, for the moment.
"No, you need to sort this shit out!" Red said, ceasing his pacing to look at Spade again, shaking his head. "He wants your belt? Then we're giving it to him! I don't see what the hell's so special about that belt anyway. All of you act so crazed about it. Doesn't mean shit to me!"
