60’s Spiderman ran with haste down the forest path, unhindered by his spidey pants down his spidey ankles, desperately searching for the roll of white thin paper known merely as: Bungrole. Meanwhile, just a couple meters behind him, his ‘fuck-holder’ Princess Luna of Equestria, otherwise known as: Lulu, gave chase.

The path they traveled lead to the shy butter colored Pegasus known as Fluttershy, who inhabited a small house that bordered the Everfree. The reason for 60’s Spiderman for running down this path wasn’t abundantly clear, when Lulu shouted the question as they ran; he responded ‘Dunno, LOL’ and carried on running.

It taken a good few minutes before 60’s Spiderman reached the front door of the Pegasus’s house, his fist immediately banging on wildly like a psychopath.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He screamed, now using both fists. Lulu had a look of panic on her face and picked up the pace, galloping towards the screaming ‘spidy-path’.

Surprisingly, the door opening, revealing a very scared Pegasus, she was practically rattling with fear as she came face to – PENIS!

“Oh, my…” She said before the noticing of a limp spidy penis, a blush immediately covering most of her face. She tentatively began to look up, evenly looking 60’s Spiderman in his eyes.

“Hello, wh-“ She began, but was rudely interrupted when a knee smashed into her face, causing to fly backwards until she lay limp on the ground.

“Out of my way bitch!” Yelled 60’s Spiderman as he vaulted into the mare’s living room, scanning it for any signs of bungroll. He swiftly went to the Pegasus and grabbed ahold of her, shaking her roughly.

“WHERE IS YOUR BUNGROLL BITCH?” He roared, but receiving no reply from the unconscious mare, blood dripping from her mouth. He dropped her body without care and immediately ran to the stairs.

He shimmied up the stairs and fell directly on his face once he reached the top, but he didn’t give a fuck, not right now anyways. He rose to his feet and quickly shuffled to the bathroom, being greeted with an unusual sight as he entered.

In the bath was a pearl white bunny; adjacent to him was an ash grey bunny chomping on a carrot. However he also saw a sight that infuriated him and filled him with boiling rage: Wet bunghole. In the bath a perfectly innocent roll of ass tissue floated aimlessly in the tub, causing 60’s Spiderman to twitch with anger.

“Eh, what’s up cock?” Asked Bugs Bunny, causing Angel to begin roaring with laughter, further increasing the rage of 60’s Spiderman.

“FUCK YOU NIGGA!” Exclaimed 60’s Spiderman, pouring with spidey rage. He immediately did a triple front flip and landed directly beside Bugs motherfucking bunny and he gripped his hand around his throat, and lifting him directly out of the bathtub.

“Don’t make me go yo-seminny Sam on your ass!” Choked Bugs Bunny, struggling to get the words out with the spidy hand around his neck. Without a word 60’s Spiderman brought the rabbit to his face, staring eye to eye.

“He was way funnier than you were…” Whispered 60’s Spiderman, his words laced with venom (Totally not foreshadowing). And without another word Bugs Bunny immediately shriveled to dust, his weakness being told he wasn’t funny.

“(Nothing here because for some reason unlike every other fucking animal on this show he can’t speak.)” Angel said, wordlessly. Before 60’s Spiderman could choke the ever-loving fuck out of the little shit, he hopped (heh.) face first out of the window, shattering it to pieces (totally destroying his face in the process but hay, what are you gonna do.).

“What did you do!?” Shrieked Lulu, her eyes open wide in horror. 60’s Spiderman turned around and shimmied over to his beloved, and bent over to come eye to eye with her.

“…Dunno, lol. Tag!” He exclaimed slapping her in the face and pushing her out of the way. He shimmied as fast as his spidy legs could shimmy, but before he could reach the stairs he fell flat on his face.

(Meanwhile… In an unknown planet (It’s Earth, but I need it to sound legit and shit. Don’t tell anyone or I’ll fuck you up))

Justin Beiber leant over his balcony and spat down upon his loyal psychopaths of occult followers, them with mouths open, eager to get any filth that abominable piece of shit decided to lay upon them. As he spat down upon, a hooded man stepped silently behind him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

“Ow, don’t do that!” Yelled Justin Beiber femininely, now rubbing the growing bruise on his shoulder. He then attempted to hit the hooded man, but once the fist came into contact with the man’s skin he broke a knuckle, his weak womanly hand barely able to come to impact anything.

“Master… The plan is ninety-five percent complete…” The hooded man said ghastly, his chest rising and falling irregularly. Justin Bieber sneered queerly at the information and stomped his foot like a stubborn child, breaking his toes.

“Owchie. Not good enough!” Justin squealed, one due to the pain now present in his foot, and the fact that is just his regular voice. The Man in robes furrowed his brows sadly and brought his hands together.

“But Maa- Sir, what could you possibly want with this much… Roll?” The man questioned, pulling a toilet roll out of his robes. Justin Beiber then looked at him like he had done something wrong, like force him to have sex with Emma Stone, Emma Watson and Hitomi J-Cup (Because only he wouldn’t like that.).

“Are you stupid old man!?” He whined, bringing his hands to his head. Justine Bieber then walked over to his balcony, leaning on it to stare down at his millions of brain dead fans.

“Don’t you see? These Dumb bitches will pay a ton of cash to get a lock of my hair, imagine how much we’ll get it we sell my shit!” He exclaimed, looking scornfully at the old man, a evil smile stretched across his face.

“Not even the power of spice can stop me now…”

Author's Note

Fuck JB. Simply, fuck him.