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Wit A Soda On Da Side
By restinpieceslover

 

A/N: This is dedicated to my best friend/godsister Jessica, AKA Bedussey. We thought this up together at dinner today, and it was just too hilarious, I had to write it.

PS! I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF THIS 967-WORD DRABBLE OFFENDS ANYONE!!!

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DISCLAIMER: This story is not approved, endorsed, or connected in any way to the members or management of My Chemical Romance, DJ Webstar, or Young B.

This story is completely fictional and does not represent the views, policies, or practices of My Chemical Romance, DJ Webstar, or Young B.

Don't own (only wish I did), didn't happen, don't sue.

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"MR. WAY, YOU CANNOT BRING YOUR GIN AND JUICE ON THE PLANE!!!"

My Chemical Romance was leaving New Jersey to begin the European leg of their tour. The rest of the band was already on the plane, but as you probably guessed it, Gerard was having some trouble with his carry-on items....

"Yo, what's really good with that, man?!"

The tall caucasian man in the suit that worked for airport security held the bottles in his hands, waving them around in emphasis as he tried to explain.

"It's a security policy, Mr. Way, it's nothing personal."

"See, dats some bullshit right thurr!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Way, it's against our security measures for you to bring liquids on the plane. Now will you please not cause a scene and board the plane peaceably ?"

"It's cuz I'm black, ain't it?!"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"I said, it's cuz I'm BLACK, AIN'T IT?!"

"OH HEEEEEEELLLLLZZZZ NO!!!!"

Both pale men turned to see both Young B and DJ Webstar walking towards them.

"OH snap! Wazzup?!"

"I know dis white boy ain't sayin what I think he sayin!" DJ Webstar yelled.

"I ain't tryna say nuthin, I'm just keepin it real!" Gerard said, crossing his arms and leaning back in triumph. 

"Oh hell nah...." Young B began, advancing on Gerard. DJ Webstar held her back.

"Listen," DJ Webstar began. "I don't know who you iz, but if you don't stop dis bullshit we gonna take it to da streets!"

"Aiight, lemme show you den!" Gerard challenged. "I bet I could do da chicken noodle soup just as good as you. Hell, I could probably do it betta!" he said, throwing his hands in the air and, of course, causing a scene.

"Aiight white boy, iz on!" Young B said. They all lined up together as Chicken Noodle Soup began playing from the airport intercom.

Soon all three of them were alternating their feet as they wiggled their fingers, bringing their hands down like raindrops and then moved their arms to the side in attempt to clear it....

uh let it rain, now clear it out......

uh let it rain, now clear it out......

uh let it rain, now clear it out......

uh let it rain, now clear it out......

They began to freestyle. Young B began doing the Spongebob, while DJ Webstar did the Soulja Boy, and Gerard went into  spasms as he made an attempt to crump dance. An attempt, which, went surprisingly well......

Now let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get, let's it....

uh let it rain, now clear it out....

uh let it rain, now clear it out....

They began moving their arms front to back and alternating their feet, but then stopped when they spun their left arms in a windmill motion and curved their fingers as if they had a can of soda in each of their hands.....

Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup wit a soda on da side.....

Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup wit a soda on da side.....

Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup wit a soda on da side.....

So far so good. Gerard was definitely doing the Chicken Noodle Soup very well, in fact, he was just as good as Young B and DJ Webstar. 

But soon, the music started to get faster, as did the three of them. Onlookers whispered as Gerard didn't lose a beat. Young B and DJ Webstar, however, gave each other worried looks as beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads.

Soon the music was so fast it was borderline chipmunk remix, but Gerard just kept on dancing. However, sparks could be seen flying from DJ Webstar's shoulders, until one of his arms just fell off completely, though no blood fell. One of the sparks reached Young B's weave, and it caught fire, but she attempted to keep dancing. Soon her skin was melting off, to reveal a steel face. Wires could be seen coming from the former positions of DJ Webstar's limbs, and Young B began shooting sparks as well. Gerard, however, was quite relaxed.

"MALFUNCTION!!!! MALFUNCTION!!!!" the two of them chanted in voices not their own, both continuing their dancing until their heads exploded. ((Quite literally. Nuts and bolts and wires of all colors were the debris that fell all over the airport.)) The rest of their bodies fell to the floor with the clanking of metal.

"WHAT YOU KNOW 'BOUT THAT, SON?!" Gerard yelled as soon as the music stopped.

Gerard took a random fangirl's water bottle; she gasped and fainted.

He returned to the man with the suit who had refused to let him on the plane before the ordeal began. 

"See? Told you I waz black! Now ma dude, you gonna let me on dat plane thurr?" he said as he took a swig of the water.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Way, I never meant for this to be a racial thing. Please just take your gin and juice and board the plane."

"Aiight man, one!" Gerard yelled over his shoulder as he left the man to continue his work. "Eh shawty," he winked at the stewardess who checked his ticket before gesturing for him to get on the plane. As he walked down the tunnel that lead him to the plane, people both onboard and in the airport could hear him singing at the top of his lungs:

"ROLLIN DOWN THE STREET SMOKIN INDO, SIPPIN ON GIN AND JUICE! LAID BACK...WIT MY MIND ON MY MONEY AND MY MONEY ON MY MIND!!!"

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A/N: I AM SO SORRY IF YOU WERE OFFENDED BY THIS! IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE OFFENSIVE, JUST STUPID AND FUNNY!!!!!!

{Hispanic at the Disco},

Maggie AKA RestInPiecesLover

 

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