“Charlie… Denim Chicken and I are… partners so I can’t be emotionally involved with you.” Rat Basher said to Charlie, because baseball bats can talk. “Actually, we’re lovers. He’s my power bottom and I’m the trophy husband.” Denim Chicken corrected. “Um okay…” Charlie squinted at them. Later that night, Charlie was laying on his futon, asleep. Denim Chicken and Rat Basher were laying on the floor next to each other. Frank was with Artemis. “Listen, Denim…” Rat Basher stared into Denim Chickens eyes. “I think I might actually be in love with you.” Denim Chicken closed the distance between them and kissed Rat Basher, getting rat guts and blood on his skin. He didn’t care though, he loved Rat Basher. This is a metaphor for macdennis. RCG can suck my dick.
