Tell The White People That Your Friends Are Sh*t

"You know what I really, really love the most, Timmy, my love?" The man named Lucas said as he stuck himself closer towards the man who's wearing the Tulle dress. Meanwhile, it seems like they're already raising the third lion for the next batch of tasing at the back.

"Ooooh! Other than killing bitches, Sir?" The man named Timmy said as he snuggled tightly to the man wearing a white suit. Silence then took over the stage while all of the people around them just stared at each in disbelief. Meanwhile, the jester continued hanging his head on the noose with his tongue out of his lips. Timmy then cleared his throat, and the drummer who had been sleeping the entire time had suddenly woken up while shaking his head and played that very familiar 'ba-dum-tss~' tune thingie. Afterward, the hooker who had been licking furry T. S. Elliot suddenly gave out a loud and obviously forced peal of laughter that sounded more like the agonizing scream of a kitten getting mutilated.