Short Story: The Journey of Manjeet Singh

Manjeet Singh was a very special boy who liked chicken curry. His mommy and daddy wanted him to be a neurosurgeon! He thought it was kind of stereotypical, but it was a part of his culture after all…so he packed his 1 pound fish into a suitcase. Along with his very very good math test score (99–but his daddy was mad.) He immigrated to America, but the security guard  took out all of his pakoras and samosas. Therefore, he lost 30 pounds on the flight because he had nothing to eat. When he landed, he went to his hotel and decided to reminisce about his culture by ordering gyros. He ordered 6-7 falafels and ravaged them all in one sitting. Then he had diarrhea. His lactase persistence was so good because of his mommy’s cooking. 

“Aww my tummy hurts” he whimpered, when he heard a loud knock on his hotel door. He opened it and stood there, stunned. It was a large log with a bat. TUNG TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR!

Tung Tung Sahur smiled at him, and assured him that he would not hurt him but instead give him $1,000,000 per second. He told Manjeet that all of the Brainrots were convening together for a party in his hotel later.

“Oh MY SIGMA, I didn’t know that!” Manjeet’s stomach ache magically vanished at the thought of having a party. Then he heard a rumble. 

“Oh no.” Tung Tung Sahur said, and Manjeet blasted to the bathroom, and stayed there for 4 hours.

When he finally came out of the bathroom at 6:07pm, he saw a bunch of brainrots crowding his hotel. He would’ve never imagined this when emigrating to America! He said hello to trallello trallela, and felt Odin Din Dun’s muscles. Then, he heard crying in the corner. He saw a normal girl next to the DJ.

“What is wrong, beta?” He asked the girl, who had brown hair and green eyes. “What is your name?”

“My name is Hattie.” The girl’s tears seemed a little melodramatic.

“What ever is the matter?”

“They’re not letting me play the Teen Wolf soundtrack.” From what Majeet had heard, the Brainrot party was being sponsored by Youtube’s Brainrot Rap. So all he heard was, 

“Trallello Trallella, shark with blue shoes…” playing on repeat.

“Do you have a chaperone?” Manjeet asked, and the girl nodded.

“My daddy.”

“What’s his name?”

“TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR!” She screeched when he saw the log with the bat advancing towards Manjeet.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO HURT MY DAUGHTER?” He boomed, and Manjeet screamed like a little girl. The party came to a stop as Tung Tung Sahur tried to slap Manjeet with his bat. A scuffle broke out, until Bombadilo Crocadilo called out.

“HOW ABOUT THEY SETTLE THIS WITH A DANCE BATTLE?!” 

The brainrots roared their support. Manjeet then realized, brainrots found solace in dancing and parties. They were pros at this. Uh oh.

Manjeet started dancing, rolling on his stomach and doing the worm.

Tung Tung Sahur busted out a Michael Jackson, showing off some killer moves as he spun on the dance floor. 

Manjeet hacked the DJ and started playing the Indian “Let It Go”, completely in his element as he sang and did some Indian dance moves.

In the end, he won, and kicked all the brainrots out of his apartment and ate his 6-7 cake.