onto the keyboard, looks up at Demo, and says, "BE FWOOPFOAHW!" Demo rolls him off the desk and he rolled into the hallway. "AAA!" you could tell he was far away when he cried again, because we could barely hear him. Then, Demo sang the chorus. Demo can sing, it’s like his lungs want to sing more than he does or they’re bigger than his entire body! He makes up songs as if it's so simple! He just has that - it's easy as crap - personality. You know how some people get louder in their music? Demo does the opposite, he volumes down and makes music people can relax to. "What about the-" His fingers accidentally go into my lips while he’s dancing. I stare at him a few seconds, emotionless, like there was no signal to my brain. I paused, wiped my mouth with my shoulder, and kept talking. “What about the charger? You gotta be kidding me...” He re-records and I compliment him like I’m the boss or I put the group together, “That was beautiful, man, I’m proud of you. Wow...Sounds like you were holding it in for a hundred years, like you’ve been longing to speak in a sadistic prison somewhere for eighty years.”
“Thank you, man...” he replied. Then I do my nerdy rap, double clocked by Demo’s vocals:
♫°SATAN DOESN’T WANT YOU TO SEE YOURSELF AS ADORABLE, SO BEING ADORABLE IS YOUR TICKET/ ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK GOD FOR IT, THERE’S NO THREE WISH LIMIT/ I STAY THE FINEST BLACK MAN I CAN BE, ‘CAUSE MY PEOPLE DON’T ALWAYS HAVE OPPORTUNITIES LIKE THESE GIVEN/ MASSIVELY MULTIPLAYER WIDESPREAD AFRICAN AMERICAN IDS IN PRISON/ IT AIN’T THE WHITE MAN, IT’S THE DEVIL HIMSELF/ FORGIVE THE WHITE MAN, GIVE HIM A CHANCE, AND MAYBE HE CAN HELP-♫°
Our best songs are the refugee: A series of super songs where we speak directly to God and heaven. The purpose of the refugee is to show we are the best – The best songs are the ones you can sing to God. Performing for God shows you aren’t very ashamed of him and thus he won’t be ashamed of you or your band....
("WE LOVE YOU HEAVEN! THANKS FOR COMIN' OUT!")
Demo starts re-recording. Azarban lands on the mic.
He closes his eyes and smiles, the song relaxing the inside of his heart, letting the blowing holy voice hit his face like a soothing wind.
It's about helping people, easing their longings, the refugee is deeper than that though the refugee is about an adorable cherub speaking words into God's belly trying to grant him the gift of the Holy Spirit to return the great favor he gave it... We listen to other music while thinking of new material - it inspires you quite well...Super Marlynn listens to heavy metal, believe it or not, he knows good music and those guys can play very well. See, sometimes we judge people by how they look and don't notice what they're capable of... The problem is people like to prove how good they are. God ain't got to prove how good he is like men...he's tough...He can take a punch, man. So before you judge a metal band, ask yourself, (Could I play the drums like that on my best day?)
SECTION II
I WANNA BE A LESBIAN
Nobody lost any sleep that night. We knew this mission was gonna be a breeze. The house was quiet and all the lights were off. I wake up at midnight and go to the kitchen for a slice of pizza. I lost my left ear-bud cap and spawn a replacement. I summon a whole olive, pepperoni, and sausage. I go to the drawer for a cutter. Little-Azarban was sitting inside it. I paused my mp3 player. He was wide-awake; he was just sitting there, looking around as if it wasn't as weird as it looked. I could sense that he was humiliated when he put his head down, too ashamed to look at me. He sobbed. I slowly shut the drawer. He just stayed there. "Good job, pilot..." I said. Only there could he not notice the refrigerator - just finding himself free from his addiction. He was finally changing and I was proud.
"We need a decoy..." My voice echoed throughout the super multiplex as I spoke to Demo. Groove stares at the long line of ghosts waiting to haunt the eerie black wax filled lantern, and then he possesses it. He walks down the aisle to sit with Demo and I. There were ghosts there with us; Axe hadn't opened yet that week. The ghosts cheer and whistle at Groove, knowing who we were. The double-clocked ghosts among us had already decided whom they wanted to work for, their halos twinkling, and their organs mostly holy super powers! The screen showing the ending of a short musical we made. A woman mounts a horse, wearing a white gown, and sets out through a barren dessert to find civilization- Our music video. It ends and another one of our music video played. It had a lengthy intro that went a little somethin’ like this:
(The ‘Super Musicians - God vs. Banden’ narrator audio plays) ♫°A clan of super Amolvians, all spy-cherubs, surrounds a tiny fire and tells stories of their heroism in Axe in front of the white room throne. It looked like a bunch of toddler super heroes. "I hoaw his cwies...winging in my eoahws," says Kerehtenid. They are all from Azarban’s army. "Then I said: hey, baby...Evoah made wuv in... Toahboaw...?" Ezequador and Joelnaq grow suspicious and cough a bit since it was smoky inside! "Who got the Banden plans for today?" asks Ezequador, knowing they had some type of plot to dominate in motion! Kerehtenid suddenly stops speaking and whispers into Liqrab's ear so loud Ezequador could hear him clearly. Bot God fades into Zybu and Joel's old spot, spy cherub whispering into his belly trying to give him the Holy Spirit... That's just how the angels are, the holy thieves have a stealing disorder, the spy-cherubs are territorial operatives, and the Banden are just plain old pirates. They might be cute, but they aren't, they're danger! Liqrab runs to Ezequador, looks up at God, and sees a better opportunity - He climbs up a pillar, jumps into Bot God's lap, and whines like a puppy. Ezequador follows his surround-belt. Kerehtenid winks at Liqrab and gives him a thumbs-up. Liqrab summons a live-grenade and blows himself up! He lands right in front of the fire. Bot God sits without a scratch, watching Liqrab play dead with an expression on his face reading (that fool lost his mind). Kerehtenid turns to Liqrab and raises his hands, looking confused. "WHAT THE HECK! (WEEPWAAB!)" He levitates to confront God as Liqrab lies on the floor behind him pretending to be unconscious. Liqrab sneezes. "WHY DID WOU HAF TO TAKE WEEPWAAB! EMUFF IS EMUFF!"
"I own everything I create, he's my property, and I can do whatever I want with him."
"MOW WOU TAN'T!" Bot God raised his hand and pointed to Liqrab. "Look...He's not even dead. Go check his pulse." Dajib looked at his armpit.
"TICKLE HIM!" He went into Bot God's armpit to tickle him; Bot God put his arm down; Dajib gets stuck! "AAA...AAA!" he kicked his little legs and screamed.
"NOW HE'S TWYIN' TO KIWW BAWEEB," Kerehtenid blames. "WHAT DO WOU HAVE ON WOU?! GIVE IT UP!" Another cupid tackles Kerehtenid to stop him from mugging Bot God. “WWUN, DOOD!” he yelled at Bot God.
Clones of all the angels of heaven appear and fill the white room. Bot God says, "Kerehtenid, I want you to meet my kissy monsters."
"Can't we buss salk about whiss...?" Kerehtenid and the other Banden make eye contact with Bot God while standing in his lap. They pause a few seconds, and, "WHI'-WIDOW DHHH!" The cherub who was playing dead stood and tried to get away. They ceased him and kissed him. “AAA! HA-HA-HA!” He laughed, deep in love, with his little innocence-filled belly. Outside, the other Banden took a dive off the cliff in front of the castle doors. Bot archangel Michael dived after them, with Kerehtenid riding on his shoulder on the way down. “WEAW SUPOAH SAAWS GET EMEN! I'M ON WOAHW SIDE, DOOD...!" He lied. Azarban's secret service was killed with kindness. Bot God waits for them to return with cupids using him for a playpen. Michael carries little adorable Kerehtenid into the white room, still smooching away! Bot God summons a staff and points it at a clan of cupids in front of his throne, already juggling some. “Come, you, you, you...and you...” He calls them one by one. One of them giggles and grabs the end of the staff, riding it back to find himself looking over the others. He raised his chest and stood upright, like a security guard. Amolvian candy fell from the ceiling into Bot God’s lap. There was one piece left after a short time. Kerehtenid hid a few in his diaper. One cupid didn’t get any and he knew Kerehtenid had some. "Whiss is my wass wum, dood!"
"You lied, you're gonna get suspended."
"Uhm...I'
m a cwoset chwissian."
"I'm not moved by your guilt or your innocence. I'm me."
Kerehtenid looks up at Ezequador, and then he stares at Bot God. "HEWE, DOOD, I SOWWY..." he shared. “AWW, THAT'S SO SWEET..." Ezequador praised him.♫°
“HA-(clap-clap)HA-HA. That’s ridiculous...” I applauded. A super movie doesn't just double clock you like super music, it also has a 4 dimensional effect, giving your soul life points when the actor collects them. "Oh my God, you're super Demo. I- love you... Will you sign my hat?" said an excited fan. "Sure, kid... MARLYNN... GIMME A PEN, MAN!" They start cheering again because he sounded like he was about to flow and he was moving in fast motion, even though he wasn’t moving much. A pen spins vertically and hits him in the head. "HAHA-HA-HA..." I laughed on my way out of my seat to insert more Hollowbots into the, eerie, hidden-slot for another film. It was like a jukebox. I added the amount required and it automatically hid itself again. I pick a good super movie and rush back to my seat. I was hopping over the empty seats. I tripped and fell over one. I quickly rose up and crawled into my seat, groaning like a wounded soldier on a battlefield. That's when I got the idea to do a
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