It was a regular day in
Sheenville. Not a political figure was
campaigning, not a gang fighting, and not a homeless person asking for
money. It was a perfect opportunity for
the Man Power Puff Girl, Sir Massive Pecs of Sheenville, to relax. He had a giant mansion, with an Olympic size
swimming pool and a basketball court. Sir Massive Pecs of Sheenville, with a
six foot seven inch height, was a giant among the people of his town. He had huge pecs, ripped abs, and biceps that
could crush a human head if he flexed.
Sir Pecs also had a decent mane coming from his chin, as well as perfect
looks. He was like Aston Kutcher times
one-thousand. His side-kick, Mini Pecs,
was his best friend. Mini Pecs had a
beautiful sister, she was a supermodel named Victoria.
On this day, at about 2:30 a.m.,
Victoria was taken from her room in Pecs’s mansion. When the heroes awoke at precisely 6:30,
Victoria was nowhere to be found. When
they realized there was a note on the golden fridge, they decided to read
it. The note said:
“By the time you read this, Victoria
and I will be making our way across the border.
I am taking her to an undisclosed location, definitely not my mother’s
house. I demand the shaggy mane of Sir Pecs.
If I do not receive this by 3 tomorrow, I will make her say something
morally degrading to you. You had best
meet my demands, because right now, I am thinking of what I will make her
say!!! Teehee”
“Holy flex Pecs!! Did you read
that?! What are we going to do? We need to find her. Who do you think took her,” Mini Pecs
exclaimed.
“Why, I bet it was none other than
my arch nemesis, Mojo Minaj!! Filthy coward.
I bet he is at his mother’s house.
I remember where it is, we always used to play Call of Duty together.” Sir Pecs replied angrily.
So the duo set off, headed to Mojo’s
location. The easiest way to get there
was flying, but since Mini Pecs had not fully unlocked his flight perk, he rode
on Sir Pecs’s yellow light stream. About
a quarter of the way there, Sir Pecs was beginning to feel exhausted. They stopped at the gym to refuel. Sir Pecs used the bench press. He did three sets of fifteen at 575
pounds. Mini Pecs did pull-ups. They each grabbed a 5 Hour Energy shot on the
way out the door. Midway though the
flight, Sir Pecs’s light started to fade.
They had barely made it to the half-way point before Sir Pecs needed a
break. His food tank was running on
empty, so they stopped at a nearby taco stand, Pedro’s Nonstereotypical Tacos. Rumor had it that place had the best tacos in
all of the land. The rumor was
right. Ironically, there was a unicorn
shop across the street, so they bought Mini Pecs a brand new unicorn. So the heroes set off again. This time they made it further without taking
a break because Sir Pecs did not have the stress of Mini Pecs on his
rainbow.
On this leg of the trip, Sir Pecs
and Mini Pecs landed about five miles from their approximate destination. Once they got very close, Sir Pecs whipped
out his scent analyzer to lead them to the exact whereabouts of Victoria and
Mojo Minaj. Sure enough, Mojo’s mother
had not moved in the twenty years since Mojo and Sir Pecs played together. Sir Pecs drew the lay-out of the house and
the team created a plan of action. The
house was two stories. There was not a
basement. That brought the optimal
hiding places to two spots, the bathroom or his bedroom.
Sir Pecs broke the door down by
flexing his chest and they were in the house.
The duo split up, Sir Pecs took the right and Mini Pecs took the
left. Once they discovered that the
first floor was clear, they teamed up for the top floor. They broke down the bathroom door, but there
was nobody in there. That left one
possible place: Mojo’s bedroom. Sir Pecs
found the door unlocked, so there was no need to break it in. They found Mojo and Victoria in the back
corner, nut with a surprise. There was
an entire hoard of bad rappers!!
“The only way to get to me is by
facing every one of my minions,” Mojo declared cynically.
“Than that I shall,” Sir Pecs said
with authority.
So the rap battles began, Sir Pecs
and Mini Pecs taking on two rappers at a time.
At one point they heard a female voice.
It was Buttercup, assisting the Pecs.
Once they had beaten seventeen rappers, Sir Pecs threw the marker for
juggernaut gear to be airdropped in. Now
he did not have to fight the rest, Sir Pecs just pushed his way through to
Mojo. That was his final test.
“So you have defeated my posse, but
can you defeat me? I am the best of the
best, and my rhymes are second to none.” Mojo stated.
Then it began, the most epic of rap
battles in history. It was too swag for
anyone other than the chosen ones to hear.
It took place over three hours.
Lines were getting ugly, and Mojo was losing the battle. Finally it happened, the one hit KO of rap:
And my swagga
level so high
I am just too
fly.
Y’all must be
hatin,
Bucuz you just
fakin!
Mojo’s body exploded out of pure awe. And so, the day was saved, thanks to: Sir
Pecs, and his side-kick, Mini Pecs!!