[WP] The reanimated corpses of dead poets and authors unite to stop a high school student from turning in the worst essay of all time.

"Aw hell nah Jerome" A large African American woman yelled at her son while clapping her large hands.

"If yall think ima let my son show his mamma another D essay, yous must have mistaken me for a god damn foo," the woman continued.

"Nah go ahead and try for my baby get a good grade for moma." Mrs. Jackson said before abandoning her parenting responsibilities for a manicure.

Jerome Jackson stared at hopelessly at his computer. There was no way in hell he could pull this off.

He sat paralyzed eating skittles and drinking watermelon flavored Arizona ice tea. Then an idea hit him. I'll just pray to God. Paster Jeremiah Smith said that God helps people in their time of need. This is definitely that, so why not give it a shot?

"Oh God please help me write this essay. Please lord help me in my time of need," Jerome said in a hushed voice hoping for a miracle.

Far above at the heights of the holy heavens almighty God sat apon his luminescent Golden throne flanked by angels.

"Hey remember that time I told Abraham to kill his son Jacob?" God said unto angel Gabriel.

"Yes" said Gabriel fro what seamed like the billionth time.

"And then im like just kidding Abraham. You just got punked dude!" God roared with thunderous laughter. "Now cut of you're foreskin you old fuck!"

"God that was very humorous the first time, but maybe you should do something new instead of living in the past." Gabriel said carefully fearing the worst.

"Fine grant the next prayer. I don't give a fuck bro. Whatever it is. Do it. Some 12 year old bitch wants a pony. fine. Some mother wants her son back from the battlefield okay. Some pervert wants to be invisible? Do that. Make it so." God commanded.

Gabriel opened the next prayer envelope hoping it wasn't some fucked up Moses shit like death of the firstborn Egyptian. "Jerome wants essay help that's not that bad. It could be way worse actually. Essay help is pretty reasonable actually. Gabriel was relived.

In a flash of blinding light Homer the greatest author to have ever existed appeared in Jerrome's humid Atlanta apartment.

Jerrome stared at Homer in amazement then in horror. "Yo Homie you just came out of some locker room or some shit, cant be walking around with your white towels and shit."

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