sgtmickey
Two Thousand Club
Rick had the same grumpy expression, " Ahh, what the hell? Boner boy is really getting on my n-*buuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuurp*nerves... wha-?! He took my dna samples! That boney son of a b-! " Jake stretched up to help Rick out of the tree, " Jake-O's here to help! " he lowers Rick from the tree, " Thanks dog, hey I think we should get out of this place, Jake. I can't stand that Sans guy. I didn't think it was possible to be a fat skeleton but he found a way somehow. " Jake let him onto the ground, " Hey, you gotta fix up that attitude of your's. I don't appreciate you insulting good ol' Sandy like that. Especially since he was nice enough to let us stay in his encampment! " Rick leaned against the tree and drank more booze, " You know what?! I don't give a F@#K what you think about Jake! " he said this as he drank some more beer. Jake gasped, " Wha-? Why are you doin' this to me?! What did I ever do to you to make you be so drizzin' bonkers to me? It's not us! It's you Rick! You're the dog! " he said as he walked backwards into his house and closed the door, " You're the doooooooog >3> " said Jake as he shut the door again. He opened his door shortly after, " Hey, a guy! " he stretched over to Scout, " Yo, my name is Jake! The magical stretchy dog! " he said as he wiggled around his skin. He grew into a big King Kong looking thing as he beat his chest, " Pretty neat, huh? "