#Chapter443
Crazy is as crazy does
Parker
I searched my room for a clean shirt to wear. Picking one up, I took a whiff, and it seemed clean. Eh, it’ll work. I pulled it on as Payton popped his head into my room. /"Dude, you need to clean this hole up./"
I rolled my eyes at him. /"It’s clean./"
/"Yeah, for the local dump,/" he chuckled.
/"Whatever,/" I answered as I walked towards the door. My brother was a twit, and he knew it. Then my other tool of brothers tackled me, which are the demon twins, Patton and Paxton.
They tackled me onto the floor as I groaned. Why me?
/"Parker, you need to be faster,/" Paxton reminded me.
/"Being a snail gets you nowhere, brother,/" Patton added. My brothers are tools.
/"Some things never change,/" Presley commented as he stepped over us.
Thanks for the help, little brother, you putz. After pushing the demon twins off me and pushing, I mean nailing them in the balls, I got up.
