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Barron's fanfic Chap3, Chap 4
By: Barronvonburp Date: January 20, 2015, 10:11 pm
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It was quite sudden, but everyone was able to make it. However
what they didn’t know, is
Chapter three: The dawn isn’t going to end tonight.
Barron hacked into the messages and went to the location too,
and was there an hour early. He ordered a chocolate latte 10
minutes before anyone was supposed to show up, wearing the most
inconspicuous outfit he could think of, a cardboard box. He
brought his band along, with their instruments, all hiding in
boxes mind you, because their lead moor cowbell player, Killgro
had hacked into halo’s email and found out that Halo’s band
would be performing. It made logical sense that halo would bring
his band around. The lead singer Apocalypse said in his smooth
acapella voice, “Are you sure we went to the right place?”
“100 and 5 % sure” Responded barron.
Halo and his team arrived, everyone except for jewish was
there. They ignored the inconspicuous as fuck boxes, until
barron tried to move into a better position. AHA!
“WE CAUGHT YOU” Exclaimed halo.
Barron lifted his box like solid mother fucking snake and simply
said.
“Douchenuts”
“I know thats what you like to lick barron” Responded pasta.
Barron was about to slap her, but instead slapped halo. Halo
kicked him in the nuts, hard.
Then while barron was crying in a corner, thinking of lovely
koala babies, everyone else got warm chocolate milk. By the time
Jewish arrived, Barron had already stood back up.
“Barron we had lots of four way sex, pasta took it so good” Halo
teased. Barron looked at him as straight faced as he could after
that remark and said, “Yeah Halo, Abby tells me you took it good
too.” As Barron knew they stayed at a hotel without jewish.
“Too soon man” Responded Halo.
“So, i see you brought you pathetic excuse for a band Halo, I’ll
rock your fuckin socks off if it means i can play at the funeral
instead of you.” Barron brought up as casually as you would
mention to a cohort that you want to fuck pasta, everyone want’s
too, it’s a fact, been proven by science.
“Oh you're on, it’s going to be a no contest battle you cheeky
little…”
(
HTML http://www.noteflight.com/scores/view/257d6f652320e48d3b7c65e50766cfbfe79392a8)
“OH SHIT” Exclaimed Halo.
We didn’t realize this, but our furious playing created an
earthquake that rattled us down to our very cores, it was so
incredibly powerful, that we realized. This didn’t happen
because of us.
Chapter 4: Watering Grandma’s daisies
The earthquake was so intensely powerful, that even jewish’s
strong brazen arms were rattled. When the earthquake was over
Barron and Halo settled on a tie, and that they would deal with
it later. Barron was pleasently supprised that Halo didn’t just
shrug him off for once, and then Halo tossed Barron’s latte onto
Barron.
“Cheeky little cunt” coughed Barron, now having no clothes to
change into. He put on his box of shame, and recluse.
“Lets go back to the hotel, and drive up to mikey’s funeral
already” Encouraged Pasta. the others agreed, except for Barron.
He was crying underneath his tiny box of shame, the fucking
otaku faggot.
When they got back to the hotel, they found the hotel had
crushed their car, so they started walking towards jewishs
house. They left Barron behind in the dust long ago. Halo
reached for Pasta’s boobs. Pasta dive kicked him, hard. When
they arrived at jewish’s house, they saw a tiny house, with no
car in it. Jewish invited everyone in, little did they know
that, Barron, was hiding in wait for him with his band behind
the door, and the second they opened the door, Barron and his
band yelled BOO!. Really fuckin loudly. Little cunts. Popped my
ear, but that’s a story for another day.As they walked in and
wiped their feet off at the doormat, Halo suggested that he
wipes his feet off on Pasta’s boobs. Pasta did a little nip
slip. Barron tried to suckle on her boob for breast milk, he
found two things. One she was not producing milk. Two: He no
longer had a ballsack. Well that’s not entirely true, she just
kicked him so hard he wished he didn’t have a ballsack.
“Slut” Barron retorted to that, crying in a corner now.
“No slut shaming” Barron’s lead electric kazoo player Megan
piped up with.
Chapter 5: ROCKET MAN! FLYING ON A COMET OF STARS
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