The Gay Chicken-Chapter Eight

GAYNESS TO MAX

CTHULHU POV

 

I looked to my side and saw none other than my ex-boyfriend, Chakaka. This was awkward. Before much could be said I noticed my Akala was missing. I looked to the sky to see that fat lucid feathered lump in someone else's arms that appeared to be Superman. I exploded from my place flying towards them with Chakaka flying next to me. We were skrting trying to catch up with that slimy b@$tard. Superman made a sharp cut to the side and went through a cloud. I followed in suit trying to catch up. After the cloud dispersed into sexy c**k-roaches. I let out an Animalistic grunts. Chakaka came up next to me and asked where they went. I really didn’t listen to him. “Hey if we help each other get Akala back how about we share him.” Chakaka said. Share him? I don’t know if I could share him for my raging homosexual love for him might be to strong. Akala o Akala art thou so gay for me to be a raging homosexual. Okay I guess I’ll go with this plan for the time being.

 

 

END OF CTHULHU POV

 

SUPERMAN POV

 

As I lay Akala in a microscopic bed I hurry to lock the doors so no unwelcome people come and visit. Now you may be wondering where I am staying. Right now me and my lovely gay chicken are in the sewers that I stole from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I placed traffic cones at the entrance with hidden cameras in them to see the pedestrians that walked busily down the avenue. I bent down and opened the fridge and grabbed the chicken legs. I guess fried chicken it is for tonight. As I slowly dipped the chicken in the oil I remembered something very vital. Akala hates underseasond foods. I grabbed two cups of black pepper and dumped it on top of the chicken. After the chicken was cooked I brought it to Akala’s room. I knocked on the door and said “Housekeeping” in my thick Mexican accent. I heard no answer so I grabbed an axe and chopped the door down. I chucked the axe down the toilet and continued on with the adventure. I slammed the plate on the nightstand. Akala shot up off the bed. He looked to the side and threw up and then swallowed it up. I wish that throw up was in my mouth. “I can’t believe you want to feed me chicken.” Akala said. I looked at him confused. Why does he not like chicken? “ Get Out!” Akala said in pulsating anger. I left the room to give the chicken some space.

 

 

END OF SUPERMAN POV

Author's Note

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