Yu Narukami: the very face of homosexual desire. It was through the struggles of him and his krewe in the television world that the world would

survive the drunks and druggies that dominate the Carnival season. What with the prohibition of prohibition and blacks in Medieval Japan, it was only necessary that King Moron would have to be taken down. It would be a long and arduous journey, in much the same way as his penis was.

Mr. Krabs just finished his afternoon sex ed class for kindergartners when Narukami stopped on his door stopper. The crustacean looked old and withered from across the room, not to mention sweaty from the aforementioned sex ed class. There was a crusty sock on his chest. It matched his Krusty Krab Kock, which was red and steamy (more so than usual).

"Listen here, you little faggot," squelched Narukami. "I need some of your coke to get into the TV again."

Mr. Krabs was glad to oblige, pulling out fifteen kilos of pure Colombian cocaine straight out of his prostate. "This here's my life savings. Don't you go squandering it, lad."

"Fuckin' whatever, dad. I need my fix." Narukami clenched his buttcheeks together in a manner most sexy, and vanished in a puff of SNOOOOp Dogg.

*MEANWHILE IN FUCK-ALLS-VILLE*

"Man, I'm gushing like a fucking fire hydrant," said Chie.

"That'll teach you to stop by the neighborhood Taco Bell at three in the morning, dumbass," chieded Yukiko. "Now let me lick up all that period blood.

A deafening screech filled the packed classroom, causing Chie to spurt a little in excitement. Mr. Morooka, or "Prince Fagmeister," as everyone called him, had entered the room. "EVERYONE TAKE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SEATS YOU FUCKING LOW-LIFE PIECES OF SHIT." Chie loved it when he talked dirty like that.

Meanwhile, Yosuke was massaging his abdomen while watching Chie ride the menstrual roller coaster. He was in love with Chie, and everyone knew it except for him. He could feel his peptic ulcers allowing his gastric juices to eat away at his insides, but Yosuke just thought it was just a boner. He's not that smart.

Yukiko was busy watching Kanji and Teddie engage in what could only be described as "a sin worse than sodomy" while sensually moaning Michael Jackson's Thriller backwards. They were Yasogami High's power couple due to their collective angelic singing voices.

Prince Fagmeister was busy (de?)railing Chie like the naughty girl she was when the dank smell of decades-old cannabis filled the room. Yu Narukami turned all of the girls except Yukiko, Chie, and Rise (who collectively had one penis) into his own personal stockpile of horse cum. He then absorbed this newfound fuel source into his skin like sunscreen and shouted at the top of his singular lung, "MOTHERFUCKINBITCHASSNIGGERSBETTERFUCKINHAVEMYNEWCOKE," threw a glass plate straight into the soft spot in Morooka's skull, pulled it out and shoved it into his own ass, and left the room in a rissyfit.

Yosuke ran after Narukami, farting every time he took a step. Chie's moans of pure pleasurable agony filled the hallways and sewers, so Yu sat his grumpy little butt down and massaged the area in which he had placed the glass plate. It had broken inside his rectum and had somehow given him a vasectomy. The only kids he could have now would be half-horse.

"Bro…" Yosuke mouthed sexily. "I need to tell you something…"

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