The Consequences Of Fanfiction

Every time you write a rape fic, a Patrick gets raped. Don't do it, people. For Patrick's sake.

In case you can't read my shitty handwriting, here's how it goes:

Pete: Hey, Trick, you OK?
Patrick: I just read this creepy fan fic...
Pete: Oh? What happened?
Patrick: You drugged my pumpkin squares and raped me and then I fell madly in love with you and we fucked like monkeys.
And then we defied all natural laws and had gay babies.
... (Pete drools)
Patrick: Oh no...
GLOMP
Patrick: Pete, please, can we just talk about this?
Pete? Please?
PEEETEEE!

TEH END

Grid paper sucks Marilyn Manson's balls (if he has any...).

Mechanical pencil on grid paper, then inked with an India ink pen and a felt tip pen.

Pete and Patrick belong to themselves and each other.