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So once again, this is a Clarence fanfic in progress. This is about the relationship between Jefferey "Jeff" Randell and my OC, Dusty. I still haven't gotten around to suggesting to that Clarence be one of the subcategories, so I'm sorry for that! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the second chapter of my story!
Hey, guys! Despite this being too new of a show, this is a Clarence fanfiction, but they didn't have it on the sub-categories, so I had to put Misc. Cartoons. But yeah, this is basically Chapter 1 of a story about my character (Dusty) and Jeff! Hope you enjoy it!
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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER
I cwench my fist and beat it! OwO
I wight my towch and buwn it! ☆w☆
I am the beast I wowship! ΦwΦ
if you had
one shot
one opportunity
to seize a smal boy in your enclosure
in one moment
would you capture him
or just let him sip?
yo
his palms are sweaty, life's bleak, child is heavy
there's a sniper aimed at him already, moms upsetti
park service, they're nervous but look calm and ready
to embalm, but they keep on regretting
what they shot down, the internet grows so loud
they open their mouth but the memes
won't stop now
provoking, how everybody's revolting now
♥♥♥♥♥ are out, harambes down, over, BLAO
LET THE LEGEND COME BACK TO LIFE
HOHO!
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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER
"what the matter, boy, chicken?" said the man towering over me. he had white hair in a short, comb-over style, a very respectible beard, and a grotesque face that only a mother could love. it was none other than colonel sanders
"prepared to be fried, chicken boy. kentucky fried." colonel sanders kicked me in the stomach, and put his boot on my head, he was gradually pressing down harder and harder. i still had my head in the game, it was time to use it or lose it.
i mustered up all the strength and smashed colonel sanders in the face with my super starlight skyuppercut move. i hit him so hard, i sent him flying to saturn.
i looked at the sun setting on the horizion, and whispered to myself "im loving it"
*murders your firekeeper.*