Nova4ever had created more chapters to their precious book to continue making me suffer. Considering I had said that I'd react to every fanfic out there of me.... I gotta keep my words. No matter what it is... I gotta keep my words. *sighs* ...Let's see what she has in store for me.
Fck yeah, we're starting in Mexico. Wait... fck, does that mean I managed to get deported? NOVA I FCKING TOLD YOU-
FCK, I GOT MYSELF DEPORTED BACK TO MEXICO. SHT. What else could go wrong? ....*reads the bottom paragraph* Aw mother fcker-
Oh COME ON, MY FCKING GREAT GRANDFATHER GAVE ME THAT SOMBRERO YOU BALD FCK. ...You can keep it.
I don't care if it's.... BUT I CARE CAUSE NOW I GOTTA TURN MY HEAD 60 FCKING DEGREES NOW TO GET A BETTER VIEW OF THE DRAWING. Thanks Nova! Gonna cause me to get neck problems. Gonna need your address so I can mail you my hospital bill.
... *slow facepalm* This is you, Bloody. You gotta remember this is you... this isn't anyone else. This is specifically you. You're in love with a vulture in this...
Apparently my expectations in finding someone is so fcking low that I'M ATTRACTED BY FCKING VULTURES THROWING UP INSIDE MY FCKING SOMBRERO. WAY TO GO ME, WAY TO FCKING GO. I KNOW SOME ARSE TRIED DEPORTING YOU, BUT DON'T GO LOWERING YOUR EXPECTATIONS TO A DAMN VULTURE FOR FCK SAKE. YOU BETTER THAN THIS, BLOODY.
...I named the fcking vulture the thing I despise the most. Damn I'm one desperate fck if I'm finding a fcking vulture beautiful and naming it fcking fortnite. If only it was that easy. In fcking reality, you don't go chasing vultures. They be chasing YOU. You just see me running away from a flock of vultures with one of them wearing my fcking sombrero. Fcking Mexican vulture bastard. Ate my fcking chihuahua.
In translation in what Fortnite is saying: "Btch the fck you think you are naming me, way? I will eat your entire fcking family con me flock, ese. Squawk squawk pendejo."
WHY THE FCK AM I KISSING VULTURES NOW? DO YOU NOT KNOW THEY FEAST UPON THE FCKING DEAD? I'M GOTTA GET SOME TYPE OF FCKING DISEASE FOR KISSING A BEAK OF A VULTURE, THE FCK.
...That or it is... BUT AIN'T I ALREADY DEPORTED? YOU CAN'T GET DEPORTED WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY DEPORTED TO YOUR DAMN HOME LAND. What? Next fcking step is getting deported out of the fcking world, too?
WHY IT SIDEWAYS AGAIN??? *sighs and titles head* AH FCK- MY NECK- SHT.
BISHOP!!! CALL NINE JUAN JUAN!!!!