Prince and Babyface; the Quest to
Kill Spiderman
The Original Intro
Once around a time… oh wait, I got my
prepositions mixed up. Once upon a time, there were 2 hobos named Prince and
Babyface. Prince had scraggly black hair that made him look a lot like Sirius
Black. Sadly, he is not as cool as Sirius Black. He wore a trench coat with a
really bad spaghetti stain, jeans ripped at the left leg’s left side and the
right shin, torn socks, torn sandals, and he had a dirt-covered pretty princess
dress-up set tiara. He thought it was a crown. Too bad he couldn’t read the
pretty princess dress-up set logo on the back. Babyface was actually about a
foot or so taller than Prince. He had a fat face, but a skinny body. His facial
features were somewhat shrunken, and his lips were puffy. He was bald, and wore
a tin can duct taped to his head. He wore a tank top with a U2 logo on it,
short shorts, and basketball shoes that someone bought yesterday. He was a hobo
legend, known for getting random donations simply because of his baby face.
Thus, he is known as Babyface. Currently, he and Prince were arguing over who
got to sleep in a box. The box couldn’t fit either of them; they would just
stick their arms into it and pretended it was a blanket.
“Oy, boy!” Yelled Prince. “This is
my box! I found it laying on the side of my side!” “No, you idiot!” Yelled
Babyface, “I put the box on your side! It was donated to me, so it’s mine!”
“Donated to
you? By who?”
“By whom.
And it was donated to me by my friend Bear.”
“You dense
fool, we all know Bear was a Russian movie star who gave you 5 bucks
yesterday.”
“Yeah, but
only a friend would give me 5 bucks!”
“You’ve
gotten 10 dollar donations before!”
“Yeah,
because I’ve got a lot of friends!”
“Ugh,
whatever. You can have the box.”
Prince was
about to lie down on top of the box, when suddenly, a weird guy dressed in a
black rubber scuba suit with a white tarantula on it swung by in the distance.
For some arbitrary reason, this made Prince and Babyface deeply afraid, and
they developed arachnophobia. They decided that sharing the box would be better
(even though that conclusion probably would be impossible to reach via any
logical jump), and so they shared the box. The ironic thing is that the box was
so small there was no way to share it. Somehow, though, they were able to use
their hobo minds to distort space time and share the box. Woah.
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