Darren was in his room, Sellcon novels splayed across his bed and room as he typed on his laptop, adamantly commissioning Sellcon for another story. "I give 0 fucks. I want another Christina story right the fuck now!" he yelled to himself, putting in $500 and simply typing "Big Latina pls."
Satisfied that he got his point across, he cleaned up his room and walked downstairs to see someone in his kitchen, eating all of the eggs. Darren, panicked, pulled out baseball bat out of his quiff and advanced. "You picked the wrong house, fool!"
Amilee was startled and got to her feet, picking up the table to defend herself. "Ay, ayayayay, Darren it's