MOVED.

Hi my name is Brick Jojo and I have short red hair hair that reaches my neck and fiery crimson eyes like the blazing depths of hell and a lot of people tell me I look like Scarlett Johansson (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Sasuke Uchiha but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have not enough melanin skin. I'm also a emo bitch boy, and I suck dick and kill people in shitty city of Townsville where I break necks (I'm 19). I'm a slut (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly red. I love Spencers and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a red hoodie and dem tight ass pants that accentuate my ass, red hat and the latest Yeezys. I was wearing the blood of my enemies. I was walking outside Citiesville. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of whores stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Brick Jojo!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Buttercup Utonium!

❝ Wow. An entire worn-out pocket pussy. I’m green with envy.❞

   Before allowing the aggravation to consume him, Brick leaned down to lock eye contact with Blossom. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he uttered a determined❝ You are what you eat.❞  With that, he took a long swig of his cup before the barista at the counter yelled out what sounded like POSSUM. Choking on his drink, Brick could only guess who this Possum was.

   This was no longer coincidence. The universe was conspiring against him at this point. Brick shoved the drink in Blossom’s face and allowed the drink to spill on her shoes. He aggressively tapped on the side of the cup bearing his name.  ❝Is this sufficient proof for you, SWEETHEART? Or are you going to arrest me on the charge of being right?❞

   ❝Nah, nah, nah. Sweetheart, he’s calling ya a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH.❞