Hot days ~heihei77

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*we're all in Texas*

Dram: Oh my god. This place is hotter than Indiana.

Demon: *waves hand* Texas is the hottest place in the world.

Chase: I agree with Demon.

Candy: I don't even live here, and I agree.

Pizza: The sun can cook my pizza.

CJ: You guys are so smart. This place is the hottest place in the universe.

Dram: You were right, Demon.

Demon: *eats cheese* I'm always right.

Me: No you're not.

Demon: Yes I am. I said Texas is the hottest place, and everyone agrees.

Me: Bitch. I know hotter places.

Demon: *stands up* PROVE IT!

Me: Let's send Chase to those hot places, and he'll judge.

Chase: Why me?! *cries*

Demon: DON'T CRY!

Dram: Ha! *throws confetti at him* CRY CRY!

Chase: *cries harder*

Demon: *throws stapler at Dram* SHUT THE FUCK UP!

CJ: Wait, who's going to pay for the plane tickets?

Candy: Whoever pays for the bills.

Chase: *sniffs* I PAY FOR THE BILLS!

Candy: Oh yeah! That's why we always have warm water!

Dram: he didn't pay for my phone bill.

Chase: That's because I don't like you

Dram: *takes out sandal* Oh you little-

Demon: *snatches sandal from Dram's hand* Don't you dare d-

Chase: Fuck. Demon?

Demon: Yeah?

Chase: I broke your phone....

Demon: *looks at the ground* *hands sandal back to Dram* Get him good.

Dram: *runs after a screaming Chase*

*THREE HOURS LATER*

Bread: *steals cheese*

Demon: MIKAAAAAA! GET YOUR SWORD!

Mika: *runs in with his biggest sword*

Bread: *slowly hand cheese back to Demon*

Demon: *smirks*

Chase: *limps back in* *beaten black, and blue*

Dram: *walks after him with a torn sandal* DON'T EVER MESS WITH A MAD MEXICAN WOMAN!

Me: *snorts* Don't ever mess with a mad Iraqian person. Or they'll jump you.

Dram:......

Bread: They need Jesus.

Candy: *shakes head* Arabs be like-

Chase: *eyes go wide*

Demon: Meh *eats cheese*

CJ: Bruh.

Chase: *hands new phone to Demon* *kisses her feet* I'm so fucking sorry*

Demon: AWWWWW! *hugs Chase*

Me: You're going to Dubai first.

Chase: *grumbles*

Charlotte: *stops trying to fuck Dram*

Dram: *looks horrified*

Charlotte: *takes a random toy, and sticks it in her pants* YESSS! FASTER! HARDER!

Me:...........

Dram: *rocks on the floor* That was the scariest thing every*

Chase: HA! *farts*

Candy: *screams* *wakes up* WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!

Chase: *blushes*

Charlotte: *vomits on CJ*

CJ: You little bitch.

*DUBAI*

Chase: *walks to car* *looks at foggy glasses* THIS PLACE IS SO HOT!

Demon: *wipes sweat from brow* I know right

Dram: *dies on the floor* TROYE! WE NEVER GOT MARRIED! *cries*

Demon: *cries*

Chase: *cries*

Dram: *laughs at Chase crying*

Chase: *cries even more*

Dram: *cries*

Pizza: *cries*

Candy: *cries*

CJ: *cries*

Bread: *cries*

Me: Stupid idiots. Let me take you to Africa.

*AFRICA*

Demon: Is this life?! *gets dizzy *faints*

Mika: MY LOVE! *carries her*

Me: This place is nothing compared to our last destination.

Dram: NOT THAT PLACE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo

Me: Chase will probably die.

Dram: Let's go. Now.

Chase: *crawls to us* I'M ALREADY DEAD!

Charlotte: *has a threesome with lion, and dead gazelle*

Bread: Let's just leave her here.

Demon: *wake up* Do you want my parents to kill me for leaving her here?

*IRAQ*

Me: *sweats all the water from my system* You see *pants* how *pants* how hot *pants* it *wheezes* is *chokes* here *coughs*

Chase: *dies on the street from heat*

Demon: CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FAN BOY! *cries*

Mika: *smirks*

...........

I don't feel funny.

Sorry if it was bad. :(

~heihei77/FA

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