After I finished swimming through space back to Earth, I realized Michael Jackson had hid somewhere so I had to find him. I became bored during my search so I took a quick rest to play checkers with my stand, Metal Beam. After I lost, I continued my search. I realized the only place Michael Jackson could be hiding was that club from the smooth criminal music video. So I climbed Mt Everest and it was still there at the top. It was beaten and broken and as musty as a cow after rolling around in manure. I opened the door so hard it went flying off of the hinges and was sent into orbit. In the center of the room stood the king of pop himself. He quickly noticed me and threw his Fedora on with an angry shamana HEE HEE he pulled out a giant grenade launcher and kicked a chair so hard it was sent flying towards me. I switched to the royal guard style and perfectly parried it. He then started fire nukes at me at an extremely fast pace. I perfectly parried all of those and used a royal release on the 400th one, sending the force of all of the nukes and the chair back at Michael. He teleported away from the massive blast. He teleported back with all of the dragon balls and wished for my stand to become his stand. So Metal Beam had no choice but to betray me. "Don't worry Mr. Yes," Metal Beam said with a tear in his nonexistent eye, "I'll try to go easy on you". This made me tear up a little bit as I thought of the good times we had together. Looking down at the fiery remains of the club and Mt Everest, I screamed in anger so loud the door I sent into orbit earlier came back down and hit Michael Jackson in the back of the head. I hoped this would somehow bring him down, but it shattered into a million pieces. Michael Jackson made Metal Beam do his signature BONKBONKBONKBONK attack. I dodged every single one of the bonks except for the last one which sent me flying 1,073.73 miles. I landed in the middle of the desert and Michael Jackson teleported right next to me. He used his deadly Shamone! and a giant ball of energy the size of the leaks that come out of Stanley Cups and onto all of your school paper (minor vent) appeared from his hand and he fired it into the ground. Evaporating everything for a few miles. Ran out of room. I'll continue this when I feel like it.
Sorry I couldn't work on anything for a few days prior, my Chromebook wouldn't connect to the internet so (insert sad violin here). Inspired by Cheeseman's Rambling series. I might have cooked with the illustration.
