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Lemon Demon walked into Walmart with one goal: buy orange juice. God he fucking loved orange juice. Not lemonade, ew, that would be akin to drinking his own piss. He didn’t need to discover his piss kink on that fine Thursday afternoon.
He waddled over to the orange juice aisle, feeling extremely thirsty. You see, he never drank anything besides orange juice, and he ran out of it pretty regularly. Unfortunately, he was also super lazy, so he didn’t buy orange juice all that often. You can see the conundrum, I’m sure.
He crouched down to examine the different bottles of orange juice, except… He gasped! There was only one bottle left, and someone else was grabbing it!
Lemon Demon lunged forward, tackling the treacherous man who tried to lay his hands on LEMON DEMON’s orange juice. In the split second he was flying through the air, though, Lemon Demon noticed something. The man was rather handsome. An astonishing 5 foot 3 to beat his own 4 foot 7. His hair was covered by the ugliest fedora Lemon Demon had seen in his entire life, and drawn on the middle of his forehead was a third eye. Strangely, Lemon Demon almost felt as if the man looked familiar…
“HEY MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Yelled the man who Lemon Demon had tackled. “I’M WILLIAM WOODWORKER, DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITH?!”
Lemon Demon gasped, still pinning the man down to the floor by his wrists. “Y-You’re who?”
“Will Wood, you absolute speck of dust! Now let me get my orange juice! Can't you see how pale I am?! I could die of scurvy at any moment!”
Lemon Demon scrambled off of Will Wood, feeling excitement build up inside him like pleasure inside a single mom when she holds her pee. “You can h-have the orange juice, Mr. Will Wood, sir! So sorry about tackling you, I’m just severely dehydrated right now!”
“Why don’t you go drink some water then, you miserable sad sack of Dorito dust and Mountain Dew?”
“Says the one wearing a fedora!” Lemon Demon laughed nervously, feeling his organs shrivel up inside him more and more by the second. He really needed that orange juice, but he couldn’t take it from the Will Wood, singer of many songs about how much he hates his fans! Will Wood would start to hate his fans even more, and it would be all Lemon Demon’s fault!!!
“Damn, you’re almost as funny as a dried up lemon peel.” Will Wood monotoned, standing up and rushing for the orange juice. Lemon Demon resisted the urge to tackle him again on pure animalistic instinct.
Wait a second- a dried up lemon peel? Who the hell says that in their daily life? Could it be?! Could Will Wood actually know who he was?!?!?!