User:T3canolis/What the hellk?

"What the hellk?"

_{A novel in conversation.}

_{And the sequel to Are you Freaking Kidding Me?}

Chapter 1

Johnny: I think the defibrillator paddles are working

Bob: C'mon T3! You can make it!

T3: Holy shit. I'm alive. What's this faggot doing here?

Johnny: Um... I just saved your life.

T3: No I will not buttfuck you.

Bob: What happened to the asterisks for swearing?

Johnny: Well over the time where these articles were made, he slowly started swearing more in his articles and now he's...

T3: Fuck fuck fuck!

Johnny: See?

Bob: I guess so. Why wasn't there swearing in my article.

T3: Because you suck.

Bob: When did he become so obnoxious?

Johnny: He always was. He just didn't show it.

T3: Get out of my house you two.

Johnny: We're not leaving. We have a sequel to participate in.

T3: Sequel??? Kool!!! HAXXORZ FTW!!!

Johnny: What the hellk?

Bob: Just because it's the title doesn't mean you have to say it.

Johnny: Mother fucking god dammit! That's my line.

Bob: When did you start swearing?

T3: Remember the whole, "I'm writing this" business. If I swear, he swears.

Bob: Makes sense. I gotta go, um... I'm not going to a gay-sex orgy.

T3: You're going to a gay-sex orgy, aren't you?

Bob: How did you know?

T3: I've been called a psychic before.

Johnny: It's clearly because he's writing all of this.

T3: Oh rain on my god damn parade, why don'cha Johnny? You should tag along with him. Gay sex seems like your thing.

Johnny: C'mon Bob, let's go.

T3: Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!

Chapter 2

T3: Oh this shenanigan again... Being alone.

T3: Now I have to put my name again when I'm done with the thought.

T3: Oh well...

HAXXOR: r u hre?

T3: Haxxor?

HAXXOR: ya

T3: I'd appreciate it if you were to type in complete sentences.

HAXXOR: no cn do

T3: Very well then.

HAXXOR: did u no my hax r 1337?

T3: Ugh... Yes I did. By the way, that was a complete sentence though the grammar was off.

HAXXOR: sht nw i mst kll mslf.

T3: Are you serious?

HAXXOR: du i lk srius?

T3: I don't know, you're like 9 years old.

HAXXOR: ya bt in haxxor tme im liek 20

T3: What the fuck is haxxor time?

HAXXOR: it mezurz ur 1337 hax and maks thm in2 yrs

T3: You made that up right now, didn't you?

HAXXOR: no i ddnt. itz tru blv me.

T3: So let me get this straight. You're a nine year old who claims he must kill himself because of some haxxor thing.

HAXXOR: ya

T3: That's just ridiculous.

HAXXOR: u no wut els iz rdculs?

T3: Ugh... what?

HAXXOR: tht ur ghey

T3: You're a faggot. You know what? Goodbye HAXXOR.

HAXXOR: wut? nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Chapter 3

T3: Once again I'm alone. FUCKING great.

Person: Are you T3canolis?

T3: Yessir.

Person: I want to let you know that I am very displeased that you revealed the secret to a book I was reading in one of your articles.

T3: You mean, "SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!"

Person: Yes. And please stop calling me person. My name is Eric.

T3: I love typical names.

Eric: I suppose that's why my name's Eric. Do I really need to go over the "I'm writing this" business.

T3: So about that article... Sorry. I assumed everyone knew.

Eric: But you know what happens when you assume, right?

T3: You make an ass out of u and me.

Eric: No. Who told you that? When you assume you look like an idiot.

T3: I always assumed everyone knew that adage.

Eric: Everyone knows my adage.

T3: Quite honestly, I've never heard it. But anyway, let's get down to business. I'm sorry.

Eric: Sorry doesn't fucking cut it. I'm suing.

T3: Suing? On what grounds?

Eric: The grounds of the Supreme Court.

T3: Ugh... I mean what charges. And also; the Supreme Court?

Eric: They were the only ones to handle a case this delicate.

T3: Delicate? Delicate?

Eric: Everyone knows it's bad enough when you don't put a spoiler alert in the title but to put a spoiler in the title itself... Tsk, tsk, tsk.

T3: I can't believe this. You're suing me over something that everyone already knew.

Eric: Apparently not everyone.

T3: Well anyway... Who's representing you?

Eric: My husband Paul... Oh Paul, so sweet and sexy.

T3: Mother fucking god dammit! WHY IS EVERYONE GAY??

Eric: You're writing this; remember?

T3: Oh bah!

Eric: It's true, face the facts. Anyway; the court date is November 5th; be there.

T3: I will.

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