AND FOR ALL YOU JIVE-SPEAKERS OUT THERE...

[tasty_boots]

Chris accosts him as soon as he steps drough de doo', "Seriously?"

"What?" Zach ax's.

"Youse seriously wearin' some Mr. Ah be baaad... Bubbles shirt."

"What?"

"Zach, sucka's already suspect dat youse not 'esactly straight."

"So?"

"So, goin' out in some shirt wid some pink clusta' of bubbles wid googlie eyes duzn't help yo' case. What it is, Mama!"

"Says de dude dressed only in mah' towel." Zach smiles and places his hands ova' Chris's hips and afo'emenshuned towel. Chris runs his hands waaay down Zach's chest and Mr. Ah be baaad... Bubble's face, "Sheeit, ah' wuz about t' snatch some shower," he says, nibblin' Zach's ear.

Ah be baaad... Chris pulls away, eyes lightin' down, and Zach, suddenly afraid uh dat smile, starts t'back away. Slap mah fro! "Oh no ya' duzn't," Chris says as he pulls de oda' man toward da damn badroom, "C'mon, it'll be fun. 'S coo', bro. You's gots' some supa' fine, big-ass tub and ah' know ya' gots' some bubble bad hidden somewhere. What it is, Mama!"

Zach hesitates in de doo'way. Slap mah fro! Chris sighs in 'esaspuh'shun and whips off his towel, "Fo' God's sake man, youse wearin' some Mr. Ah be baaad... Bubbles shirt."

De End.

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