No. You knew
I’d find out, Miley. You wanted
me to see this, but why? Is it because you’re a huge bitch?
M&M stood for candy when we came across it, Miley, and now it stands for Justice, (Justice that, incidentally, also
melts in your mouth, not in your hands). That title commands respect,
respect that we earned
when we worked tirelessly to rid Providence of the violent and merciless Checnyan Mob. Do you really want to shit all over our name? Because that’s what you’re doing. You’re taking a Texas-sized elephant shit all over the name that Gladstone and I spent three years (on and off) building up. And for what? For a stupid dance challenge that you don't even stand a chance of winning? (Seriously, you don't. That motherfucker who played Moose is, like, the Daniel O'Brien of underground street break-dancing.)
I never should have let my guard down. The
I stop posting about you, you pull a stunt like this. Ruining
my good name for absolutely no reason. What have I ever done to you?
This situation does,
however, bring up an interesting opportunity. As long as you're answering challenges that people post on the internet, Montana, why not mine?
I, Daniel "Machete" O'Brien, The Archbishop of Hip Hop, The [Mostly] White Dolemite, hereby officially challenge you, Hannah "Snakemonster" Montana, to a Bare-Knuckle Boxing match. We can meet wherever you'd like at whatever time you'd like. No referees. No cameras. Just you and me, Hannah Montana.
If you'd rather have a rumble, you are more than welcome to bring your moron loser dance crew for jerks, provided I can bring Mace out of retirement. I just think we should settle this, Montana.
In the rain, like they did in Step Up 2: The Streets
Maybe surrounded by a ring of fire, if we can make that happen. I don't know if we'll be able to with the rain, but I'd like that if we can get it.
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