House Party: Tonight's the Night Page #4

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I'm blessed, all right?

House party?

Hell, yeah, I'll be there.

We gotta make sure we get

all the furniture out of the room.

Yeah, check. I'll be right back.

Chris, dude!

The house orgy's on, man!

- What?

Hey, Chris!

Going to perpetrate some nasty

ass strange inside your house!

Long and wide, from behind

and from the side, baby!

I'm gonna give a girl

a baby on your couch!

I'm getting blown

in your bedroom, man.

- Oh, hell, no! Dylan!

- Yeah, what's up, bro?

Yo, why is everybody saying

they're gonna bang in my house.

Bang out some tunes, yo.

They just talking.

I mean, they're just kids.

No, man, this is getting out of hand.

I'm shutting it down, right now.

Come on.

Hey, Chris...

...everybody's going to your party.

I'll see you there tonight.

I'll see you there.

Later, Dylan.

You were saying?

How the hell did this happen?

Uh, Chris? Dylan?

- What's up, Precocious?

- Yeah, we a little busy here.

I've been hearing

about your house party...

- Where did you hear about this?

- On Facebook.

On Facebook!

And Twitter, and Tumblr,

and Instagram and...

What do you want?

Well, I was wondering...

Can I come?

Sorry, I mean,

too many bodies as it is.

But I'm gonna try and make

some room for you, Precocious.

- Really?

Yeah.

Yo, you got heart, G.

And with any luck,

you'll get Autumn too.

Get Autumn too.

Hey, Chris! Yo! Chris, man!

How you gonna hire Hardcap

to DJ your party when I'm your boy?

I didn't hire no DJ.

You great, Bootytime.

But Hardcap is hot.

Tsk! Man, that's messed up, Dylan.

You too, Chris.

Us three go back since forever.

Bootytime, you rock the house.

But that sh*t you got

is always breaking down.

- He's right. - It's not. My sh*t

is fixed. Hand to God, yo.

Plus, you said these players

was looking for old school...

...not Hardcap's disco

electro crypto bullshit.

Better than your played-out

hood rat grab bag!

Yeah, whatever.

- So, what's the verdict?

- Yeah, what's the verdict?

Look, this is how it has to go down.

Hardcap, I know Bootytime five years

longer than you, so you got the gig.

You gonna have to be on standby.

Just in case, bro.

Don't trip. Ain't gonna be

no "just in case. "

Chuck E. Cheese

is looking for a DJ, though.

See you in class. Peace.

Standby, man?

Sorry, bro.

- It's Chuck E. Cheese, man.

- I mean, they are hiring.

- Chuck E. Cheese.

I got to get to my class. Chuck E. Cheese.

That's whack, man.

Gentlemen,

we need to avenge Gotham City.

What do you mean?

We need to find a way

to get into Chris' party.

- We can bring him some food.

- You can make sushi.

I'm not Japanese.

Guys, I could sell my father's

porn collection.

No!

Well, well, well.

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