Novel & Cerita Captain Underpants Sayings

JT shouts back with a purr that leaves me doubting his words. I continue with my morning routine of brushing my teeth and hair. While I put my lotion on, I hear Carter cursing JT. "Kass twa, you salop!" I snicker at him telling JT to fuck off while calling him a whore. "I should change your name from Stripper Bear to Salop Bear," he rants stomping into the bathroom. Damn, Capone! What did you do to him?" I question fighting my laughter at them acting like the boys I knew ten years ago.

he taunted. What the fuck is this guy’s problem ? “Don’t narrate your own pathetic story while taking my name, Mister. I can beat your cocky ass in the pool any time,” I smirked. “If you don’t know, I am the captain of this club and I don’t waste my time with noobs,” he replied back but there was still an amused grin on his face that said that he was just messing around with me and that he did not mean any of the things he was saying.

Marcella and I both cough, before they can remove their boxers. Victor smirks and drops his before shifting quickly. “Don’t even consider it,” Marcella warns Evander, who laughs as he shifts. “I am doing that the next time he whips it out,” I say. “Whoa,” Both my Dads, Mark, and Ty scream. “We should help,” Mark says. “Want to meet our wolves?” Matt asks me. “Wolves yes, dicks no, keep the underpants on,” I say. “Turn around, I’m not ripping my pants,” Nate says.

"Huh, if you're her grandkid, then you can answer a simple question. What was your grandpa's favorite flavor of ice cream?" Lauren rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? He hated ice cream with a passion! He had super sensitive teeth and anything cold would set him off like a bomb." The guards finally lowered their guns. "I guess... it could be you," the middle guy muttered. "Of course, in the Underground, that might be common knowledge." "Oh yeah, because we had ice cream every day," Lauren said sarcastically. "All right, I guess not. We'll take you in but if the captain says she doesn't know you, we're gonna turn you into street meat. Got it?"

Maggie just moaned and growled as I drilled deeper into the place where the sun didn’t shine. “Fuck me, rape me, John. Rape my asshole.” There’s a saying “swearing like a sailor” or “mouth like a sailor.” Well, I’m an officer, not a sailor. But I hung out with them all day long. I let her have it. “Why, you little fucking whore!” Ass slap! “You’re just a slave to your filthy pussy aren’t you!” Ass slap! “You just want fucking cock in your mouth and sperm in your throat, don’t you!” Ass slap!

Scott announced, faking a smile. “But they are pulling each other's hair,” the police captain pointed out. “Oh,” I muttered, laughing awkwardly, “Ignore them, it's their love language.” “Why would I be in love with this sex-starved idiot?” Greg asked angrily. Nikita scoffed, “Can you all hear the potato talking, or is it just me? You should be in the kitchen, washed and prepared to be fried or boiled. If only you had been born when God made the ten commandments, he would have used you to make it eleven… thou shalt not look like a potato!”

The words felt strange leaving my mouth but I didn’t regret it. “Oh,” Calvin said softly, his eyes widening. “Well… that’s new.” He smacked his lips. Another guy elbowed him in the side before he could continue. “Shut up,” the guy muttered under his breath while Calvin winced dramatically. “Dude, that was unnecessary.” He groaned. “You were about to say something stupid,” the guy replied. “I always say something stupid.” Calvin snorted like it was a known fact. “Exactly.” Laughter broke out again, easing some of the tension.

And time has officially run out. Lucinda laughs — not a cute giggle, not even a villainous cackle. No. It’s the kind of laugh that sounds like it crawled out of a sewer pipe and learned bad manners. Her lips peel back and flap around so wildly I briefly consider apologizing to every primate on the planet for the comparison forming in my head. The best one — a fucked-up horny bitch-ass orangutan. Sorry to all the orangutans. Also, sorry for the sailor vocabulary currently marching out of my mouth like drunken pirates on shore leave. Under the circumstances, I think Heaven will grant me a temporary profanity permit.

Excellent start. Clearing my throat, I tried again. "Possibly." Both of them waited. Unfortunately. "I need a favor." The twin with the book exchanged an amused glance with his brother. "Do you often ask favors from strangers?" I ignored him. "If I ask something strange, will you hear me out before saying no?" Something flickered across his face. Amusement. "Depends on how strange." At this point, my dignity was already beyond saving. I took a breath, squared my shoulders, and said the stupidest sentence of my entire life.

"I won't have you disrespecting me in my territory. You are under my roof, and everything I say is what you do. If you cannot abide by the rules, fuck off." He just laughed, a short, wicked laugh. Then he closed his book and placed it beside him. He stood up slowly, and his eyes never left mine. "Did you just curse, Captain?” He laughed again. “‘Fuck off,’” he mimicked me. “Fuck sounds so good in your mouth, Riven."