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Part 14: We're the mighty Sodomites by Sera and Fred's Angel "Let�s go �Sodom�, let�s go! Let�s go �Sodom�, let�s go!" The entire house team was shouting save three rather odd looking individuals. They sat in the middle of the group, partially obscured by large pink pompoms and other pink clad team members. Occasionally, their fellow team peoples turned to the and tried to encourage them to stand up and help with cheering but their reply was always the same, "We ain�t cheering for the gay team!" Richard nudged Tim. "You�re up." Tim looked at him in confusion, looked down at his lap and then back up at his friend. Richard rolled his eyes and said, "You�re event, it�s up next." "How come I�m the only one out of us three who�s swimming?" Tim asked looking at the other two questioningly. "Time, you know I�m not supposed to go in the water �coz of the tubes in my ears. Mum said," explained Richard indignantly. "Well what about you Bumstead? What�s your excuse?" Tim asked, turning to Paul who was wearing a pink netball skirt and matching polo. He�d donned them after Sharon had threatened to bash him up if he didn�t show some team spirit. Paul looked down and began to mumble. "Speak up Dickhead," said Tim. Paul muttered a reply, "I can�t. The chlorine�well�you know." "Oh yeah, I forgot about your dick," Tim said tactfully. "It such an easy thing to do considering it�s size or lack there of." Paul was just about to defend himself when Sharon approached them and kicked him in the side. "Why aren�t you cheering? Remember what happened last time you refused to cheer?" she asked, giving him a warning look." Paul winced, not wishing the pain in his groin to be increased, and jumped to attention [meaning that he literally stood up you filthy minded person- sera & f.a.] "Yeah�well�Rich and I are just�um pausing on the cheering for a sec and then we�re going off with Timmy here to be his own personal cheer squad." Sharon looked with disgust at the other two before turning and rejoining her friends (i.e. Wendy). Richard watched her retreating figure appreciatively and let out a contented sigh. The other two noticed and turned to face him. "What�s your problem ya wanker?" asked Paul, but before Richard could come up with a suitable excuse, an announcement came over the loudspeaker; "Could all form 5 boys competing in the 100 metre breast stroke please make their way to the blocks." Tim stood and made his way through the sea of pink towards the pool, Paul and Richard following faithfully behind, wincing at the screams emitted by Sodom house. Everywhere we go! Everywhere we go!" Stopping at the end of the pool, Tim began to do his stretches, looking ridiculously too professional for a 16 year old boy competing in a school swimming carnival. "People wanna know! People wanna know!" He touched his toes a couple of times, stretched his quads, did a few side stretches and jumped up and down. "Who we are! Who we are!" Finally, after a warning from Ms Asexual Reproduction to stop being such a pansy, he shook it all out and turned to his companions, both of whom were looking rather impatient. "Where we come from! Where we come from!" "I�ll need yous to hold my stuff for me," he said, throwing off an pink t-shirt with SODOM printed across it. "So we tell them! So we tell them!" He handed Richard the shirt and then started unzipping his shorts. "We�re the mighty Sodomites! We�re the mighty Sodomites." He pulled them down and off to reveal a hot pink g-string. "The mighty mighty Sodomites! The mighty mighty Sodomites!" "You are joking aren�t you Ferguson?" asked Paul as Tim handed him his shorts. "Joking about what?" asked Tim innocently before walking off an taking his place on the blocks. "He only chose to be in this event because it�s called breast stroke," Paul muttered under his breath as the starters pistol went off and Tim dove gracefully in to the water along with members of the Bethlehem, Eden and Jericho houses. "SODOMITES!!!!!!" |
