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I assumed you meant canon Scotland

And if not... Sorry!

(That's my first fanfic in English, just saying)

"Hey you! Half-pint! Junior mint! Pipsqueak! Tiny Tim! Yard stick! Snack-pack! Wee fella! Brown leprechaun!"

Gandhi looked around. Turns out, JFK's been standing over his shoulder and apparantly... referring to him all this time

"...Are you talking to me?" He asked.

...

15 minutes later Kennedy was straight up step-by-step turning this little fella into pretty much a clone of himself. And the first step hap getting rid of that wack Gandhi speak and giving his "student" a nice, proper Boston accent.

"Now listen, I'm gonna help you get a prom date But at this point your ass is neither round nor... err uhh..." JFK stuttered, his legs stiffening. Why was that? Well, the thing was, he didn't get the chance to go to the bathroom this morning, hence why his bladder was already halfway full. But it still It wasn't THAT much of a problem... for now.

"Hey uhh... You alright there?" Gandhi questioned, not exactly knowing what was wrong with his "tutor".

"And why do you think I would ... err uhh... not be?? Now, read this!" But of course, JFK was going to hide it and pretend like everything is just peachy with him. He then proceeded to show that shortie with the words "For supper I want a party platter" written on it.

"For... supper I want a party platter."

"No! No! No!" Like this - Fowa Suppah I, err uhh, wohnt a Pahty Plattah!!!"

Over a half-hour has passed and Gandhi STILL couldn't get it right, much to the discomfort of JFK himself and of course, his not particularly well-trained bladder. At this point, he was helplessly walking around the room with his arms in his pockets. He could practically feel the liquid gushing inside of him.

"For Sou-par I want a... Purty Platt-ur... Oh, and quick question, you sure you don't... have to pee or something?" Most of the time, Gandhi couldn't focus on the poster all that much and lots of random things happened to catch his eye, such as JFK desperately trying to pretend like he's not about to wet himself.

"What are you... err uhh... talking about, pipsqueak? I absolutely do NOT! And by absolutely I mean abso-to the brim-lutely!" He blushed a little.

Shortly after, Mahatma FINALLY got it right. Which meant Jake could continue with his little makeover, not that he really wanted to at this point, but still. It took him a while to put on Gandhi's wig, because his hands were just so shaky... just like all of his other body parts, really. The posture exercise didn't go too well either, the books kept falling from JFK's head, because he struggled to stand up straight and kept involuntarily stopping because of those damn sudden urges hitting his bladder. And he couldn't even be bothered to rate his "shorter clone's" new look, he just sorta gave it a thumbs up, despite all the creases on his clothes and other small imperfections.

Gandhi... or rather GFK, wasn't exactly good with details, but even he could notice that everything Kennedy did so far seemed either rushed, or just plain strange. He knew exactly what was going on.

And of course, he kept asking:

"What's up with all the jitters? Need to, err uhh... drain the main vein?";

"You sure you don't need to see a man about a horse? And by horse I mean... the urinals!";

"Why ya fidgeting like your about the piss your, err uhh... pants?"

But of course, JFK kept denying it. He's a cool guy, and cool guys don't have bodily functions... Right?

"I said no once, and I err uhh meant it! You better stop asking questions shortie, before that makeover turns into a game over!"

In fact, this dude was so focused on his need, which was, well... getting pretty urgent, he even forgot to take off GFK's glasses, before they both started walking through the hallways, impressing all the ladies around them.

While Gandhi was as relaxed and laid back as possible, JFK looked stiff as hell and somewhat uncomfortable. His hands were really close to his crotch, like he was hesitant of whether he should grab it or not.

" Don't err uhh damage the merchandise, ladies! And by merchandise I mean my junk!" While GFK was getting hooked up with some girls, Jake took a step back, and started staring at the bathroom door.

He wasn't approaching it, because obviously, everybody would notice that. But he was, well... considering it.

" Hey, taller whiter me, you ..need to-" Oh, but of course, OF COURSE, he noticed that.

"How many times do I have to tell you? My bladder's emptier than, err uhh, Lincoln's head!" JFK immediately looked away from the restroom, and just stood there proudly, looking at GFK and GFK only, while trying to look as relaxed as possible.

He was waiting... and waiting... and waiting for him to finish making out with Catherine the Great, but it just seemed to take forever, much to Kennedy's dismay.'

And oh well, it seems like has to shove his hands between his legs THIS INSTANT, otherwise that little leak was going to turn into something, much, MUCH worse.

"No-no-no!" But despite Jake holding his crotch, he was still physically incapable of stopping the flood escaping him, leaving this poor guy weak and awfully embarrased, but relieved , while forming a gigantic puddle on the floor.

Gandhi, along with everyone else in the room, couldn't help, but stare at this... little accident

"Ha, look everyone, JFK has a limit for, err uhh, holding his urine!"

"Hey, careful with what you say, half-pint!" JFK shouted, embareased. He was moments away from beating up GFK, but, as it was stated earlier, the accident left him really weak. Everyone in the hallway just started laughing, quite loudly too. And since the mob consisted mostly of conventionally attractive girls, Kennedy couldn't bring himself to tell them to shut up, either.

"I... have to go!" He squealed as he ran away towards the bathroom. This poor clone simply needed some time to be alone.

"Ha-ha, JFK...?" It didn't take too long for GFK, or rather Gandhi to notice that Jake was missing. He entered the boys bathroom and saw JFK just staring at the mirror, devastated.

"Hey, JFK" — Gandhi took off his wig to get rid of his Boston accent. — "You alright, man?"

"You made everybody laugh at me, bald nerd!

"Okay, not gonna lie, that was preeetty hilarious" He chuckled "but it's like... no big deal, really!"

"Go away!"

"Well, I mean, if you say so" Gandhi proceeded to walk towards the exit.

"Wait, don't!"

"Alriiight..." He once again, slowly approached JFK and put his hand oh his shoulder. ,"Seriously man, cheer up! I mean... I still wet the bed!"

"Ha, little tiny piss baby!" He smiled, saying it like it's some sort of compliment.