Six still loved Bob, but Andrew wouldn't harass Zsa Zsa for free. Six had to pay Andrew with sex.
"He has NO dick!" Six told Katee and Vanessa, her two best friends.
"One time he told me to lick his scrotum. He sure was thinking wishfully! He doesn't even have one of them! He's soooo nasty!" Katee agreed.
"He's a stupid fucker!" Vanessa said, also agreeing with Six.
"But, there is a price to pay!" said Six, regretting ever thinking of the idea.
"Oh my God! I didn't even know Andrew knew who I was!" Zsa Zsa said after her and Daney had eaten every scrap of their low-grade fast food.
"Well, you're so hot I guess he couldn't contain himself any longer!" Daney said.
"I hope Bob won't mind, though!" Zsa Zsa said.
"Maybe he'll be turned on by the thought of a three-some!" Daney said, thinking of her Scotty-Wotty.
Daney and Zsa Zsa walked out of the McDonald's. A crowd of hungry people confronted them.
"Because of you, we are starving!" one person yelled.
"Yeah! All I wanted was a measly quarter-pounder!" another yelled. They started throwing douche bags and pimple cream.
"Hey! Thanks for the pimple cream, but what is this?" Zsa Zsa said, holding up a douche bag.
"I dunno. Maybe it's a new type of Capri Sun?" Daney said. They picked up the stuff, put it in the car and drove back to the school.
"So let me get this straight... you and Six were going to Las Vegas to get married?" Scott yelled at Bob.
"Yeah, but we didn't get there! I remembered the tour! So I came back!" Bob said in his defence.
But, what would possess the two of you to do THAT?" Scott screached, sending spit flying in Bob's face.
"Well, we made love, and Six said that I'm the best guy she's ever had!" Bob said, picturing Six's luscious, naked body.
"What about Zsa Zsa? I thought we had an agreement!" Scott said, pooing his pants at the same time.
"No, Scott, you threatened me by trying to sever my penis, then you told me that if I didn't go out with Zsa Zsa, you'd make me watch you and Daney fucking!" Bob said, shuddering at the thought.
"Yeah, well if you don't show some respect, I'll have to disown you!" Scott yelled.
Bob wouldn't normally be disrespectful, but ever since Scott started going out with Daney, he didn't want to be associated with Scott.
Six was compltely [issed off with Andrew's incessant phone calls. He'd call her up and offer to take her for a ride in his "truck" Everybody knew that Andrew's family was the garbage family in Tennessee. They were the BFI. Everyone drove garbage trucks. Besides, he was supposed to be coming onto Zsa Zsa, not her! Yuck!
"Andrew, what am I paying you for, if you only call me?"
"I'm a studmuffin! You know you want me!"
"The only thing I know is that if you don't spend more time with Zsa Zsa, I'll set fire to your house!"
"My precious dumpster! Nooooo!" he cried and hung up. 'What a fucker' Six thought to herself as she hung up the phone.
Zsa Zsa was making herself five cans of fried SPAM when there was a knocking on her door. She went to open it.
"Oh my gosh! Look who it is!" Zsa Zsa said to herself when she saw it was Andrew at her door.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Sure! I was just making myself a snack, would you like some?"
"I guess" he said, coming in. Andre gagged from the stench of the frying SPAM. It smelled worse than him. But just barely.
"Do you like mayonnaise on you SPAM?" Zsa Zsa asked as she served him a small plate of festering canned "meat".
"Um... no thanks" he said. He preffered to stay skinny and skeletal.
'Wow! What a studmuffin! What a dreamboat! What a lovebucket!' Zsa Zsa thought to herself and she stared at Andrew and ate a mouthful of the foul-smelling pink stuff.
'Six owes me big time for this!' thought Andrew as he put the SPAM in his pocket to avoid eating it.
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