Lemme Borrow That Top.

Last one.

Chapter Three; Don't Be A Betch. There's FIggy implied.

Here we go.
"Don't be a BETCH." Max said, pinning Nudge down onto her stomach.

Nudge slowly pulled her head up. "FANG! HELP!"

Fang took enough time to break away from Iggy's sweaty boy love to hear Nudge's cry for help.

"Max." Iggy said.

Fang nodded. "Let's get this settled before she steps on a kitten's head. Remember what she did to Total when he said she couldn't have on his fur?"

Iggy shuddered. "Too clearly"

"FUCK YOU, BETCH! FUCK YOU YOU FAT BETCH! YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! I CALLED YOU FUCKING FAT BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEMME BORROW THAT FUCKING TOP! BETCH! FUCK YOU WITH SOMETHING HARD AND SANDPAPERY!!!!"

Max was throwing Nudge's head against a pillow as hard as she could. Fang burst the door open. "MAX! GET OFF HER!" He threw her off of Nudge, who Iggy grabbed. "Iggy, I'll take care of her!" Fang yelled. Iggy nodded and ran out of the rom, Nudge clutching her boobs yelling, "SHE BIT ME!"

Max was angry as hell. "YOU'RE NOT MY FREIND!" She called after Nudge, the turned her anger towards Fang.
She charged at him as hard as he could, As Fang held his arm out.

CLOTHESLINE.

"She's out." Fang said to himself.
"Betch." Max said hoarsely, before passing out.

THE END.

Epilogue:

Max was staring in horror at her new Blackberry. She threw it across the room. "FUCKING BETCH!!!!" she screamed.

A foretelling of what's to come next. Which means the Chronicles Of The Fucking Betch CONTINUE.