East Bay Punk Mafia....The most non-sense-ful story ever...:D, chapter 1

8:00 Berkley, California

It was a normal morning, or as normal as it would get, at the Armstrong household.
Billie was eating his toast, when his watch started beeping.
"What the fuck??? This is a fucking analogue clock, why is it beeping!?!" he yelled in confusion.
He sat there fiddling with his watch for ages, but the beeping wouldn't stop.
Eventually he took it off and jumped on it a few times.
Then the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello agent Armstrong," said a mysterious voice.
"What???"
"I said 'Hello agent Armstrong,' this is Billie I'm speaking to, right?"
"Um... Yeah... but I'm not an agent," answered Billie, slightly puzzled.
"Oh for Christ's sake, I TRY to build suspense and what do you do? Act blonde, hmmph. I'm calling to let you know that East Bay Punk Mafia has just received their first mission," said the voice.
"Do I know you?" asked Billie, more confused than ever before.
"BILLIE! IT'S TRE, YOU DUMBASS! Anyway, I was told that you, me and Mikey-boy are to go on a dangerous and life threatening mission to save all of humanity; we have to stop Bush," said Tre.
"Whoa... No way, I have to do the washing today, that's enough for me to handle," said Billie, still confused.
"BILLIE! Isn't stopping Bush from dominating- heehee, that reminds me of my latest dominatrix, she is the best... " trailed off Tre before being interrupted.
"TRE! Get to the point!" yelled Billie.
"Oh yeah, anyway, how is washing more important than stopping BUSH!?!" said Tre, getting slightly annoyed.
"Hmmm, you have a point. Ok, I'll do it. When do we leave?" said Billie reluctantly.
"Um... what's the time?" he asked sheepishly.
"I don't know, my watch is broken 'cause I jumped on it cause it was beeping," said Billie, contemplating why the hell his watch was beeping in the first place.
"Your watch was beeping... ha ha, I laugh at you and your retarded watch. Oh, it's 8:18, we are supposed to leave at 8:40. Ok, see you at Starbucks soon," said Tre quickly before hanging up.
"WHAT? I can't get ready that soon, I mean, guyliner is VERY hard to apply," said Billie to himself before running up the stairs to get dressed.

What will happen?
Will Billie take forever to apply his guyliner?
Will Bush dominate (heehee) the world?

You will never know

Unless you read the next bit when I post it... then you will know... when I can be bothered typing more, that is.