When Brian met with the Beach Boys for their next performance, the band was shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes when their once white bandmate was now sporting a different skin color. He wore a gold chain around his neck and a baseball cap screaming "YO WUT UP HOMIES!!!!"

Walking in with a giant bucket of KFC in his arms, Carl says "I thought you were getting us cheeseburgers!"

"I don't eat cheeseburger anymore, I eat FRIED CHICKEN! MMM YUM!" says Brian

"Well... can I have some chi-"

Brian SMACKS Carl screaming "FUCK OUTTA HEA, WHITE BOI!"

The Boys decided to make the best of Brian's antics, however the crowd went wild as Brian sang the Beach Boys' classic hits with a new twist. Instead of singing, "I get around," he sang, "I GETS AROUND, NIGGA" And instead of singing Good Vibrations he sang, "I is finna pick up these ILLEST VIBRATIONZ!!"

The crowd, full of progressive liberals, cheered and danced along as Brian's voice flowed in a whole new way. They loved the new inclusion of a Black member to the Beach Boys, and how Brian put a diverse spin on the old classics. And as Brian sang, he felt a sense of empowerment. He finally felt like he belonged and could be himself without feeling judged.

But Mike Love was utterly disgusted. He saw Brian's actions as disrespectful and offensive, and thus walked off stage mid-performance. Meanwhile, a young, skinny man walks up on stage, and says to the crowd "Damn that Mike Love bully! Permit me to divulge that this musical ensemble could greatly benefit from an augmentation in enthusiasm of the phallic avian species known as the Big Black Cock!"

Brian then says "You a real one homie, what's yo name?!", the man responds "Van Dyke Parks. Do you possess the inclination to partake in carnal intimacy of a same-sex nature with my being, dear sir?" Brian replies "FUCK YEAH BOIIII" and makes out with Van Dyke in front of the crowd, causing them to cheer.

Brian had gained worldwide fame and adoration overnight, now every black person wanted to be like Brian.

Black Panther leader Eldridge Cleaver, however, was furious after he saw Brian kissing Van Dyke on TV. He saw gayness as a threat to the black community and that they would become weaker and lose foothold in society. This was a battle Cleaver had to win, and he was ready to do anything to put an end to the "faggot invasion."

Cleaver gathered his crew and armed them to the teeth, then marched towards Brian's latest show. Brian was set to perform his masterpiece, NiGGA, a self-described "Symphonic Baby Mama Drama to God", co-written with Van Dyke about the struggles of living in the hood. The black crowd was buzzing with anticipation, and the audience erupted in cheers as Brian began his performance with special guest Miles Davis on stage.

But then... noises erupted. Cleaver's gang appeared, holding up guns in the air, heckling Brian and calling him a degenerate. A wave of fear washed over Brian as he saw them marching to the stage. He panicked until impulsively he shouted, "SECURITY!! THROW HIS ASS OUT, HE'S A NIGGER! HE'S A NIGGER!!!!

The audience gasped, the atmosphere was tense. Suddenly, Miles Davis said "Wait a minute!" and rubbed the face paint off Brian, revealing a white man! Enraged, Miles turned his back and walked off the stage, leaving Brian alone with the angry audience.

The crowd booed heavily, shocked and appalled at Brian's racist outburst. Once the Panthers started firing guns, he ran off the stage. He could hear the disappointed and angry voices of the audience behind him as he hid in a bathroom.

To lighten the mood, Mike Love, had stepped up and asked the crowd, "Who's up for a BIG SEXY SAX SOLO?"

Miles Davis exclaimed "Give it up for the KING OF JAZZ, MIKE LOVE!" The audience erupted in cheers. Mike began playing a saxophone rendition of Walking in the Sand by The Shangri-Las. The audience sang along, enjoying every second of it.

Brian had tears streaming down his face as he crumpled on the bathroom floor, his vulnerable sobs echoing in the space from pure humiliation at what just happened.

But the sound of the door turning cuts through the broken silence, followed by the footsteps of someone familiar. Van Dyke cautiously enters the bathroom, concern etched upon his face. Without hesitation, Van Dyke rushes towards his beloved and wraps his arms around him in a comforting embrace. Brian immediately falls into his arms, his sobs subsiding slightly at the slightest touch from his loving boyfriend.

"I WAS EXPOSED AS A FAKE BLACK MAN, AND NOW EVERYONE HATES ME, INCLUDING MILES DAVIS!" Brian cries, clinging onto Van Dyke's shirt.

"That's okay, he had his chance!" he says.

Van's heart aches at seeing his partner in such distress but he slowly pulls away to hold Brian at arm's length, gazing deeply into his tear-filled eyes. "Rest assured, the color of your dermis shall not be a determining factor in garnering my affections!"

Brian's eyes widened with surprise and gratitude. The man he loved still accepted him, regardless of his race.

They both said "I love you" in unison. Brian's tears slowed as Van Dyke slowly pulled out his penis with a cheeseburger surrounding it. Brian's heart leapt in excitement at the sight, like Van Dyke had read his mind.

"Come home, my beloved," Van said, holding the deliciously tempting combination to Brian.

Without hesitation, Brian eagerly fellated the cheeseburger cock, taking it in his mouth. He tasted the deliciousness of the burger and feel the crumbs falling onto his tongue. Mixed with the tears, it was a strange but comforting sensation.

As Van Dyke came closer and closer to climax, Brian took him into his throat, savouring every last inch before Van Dyke ejaculated. Brian swallowed it all with a gasp, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.

"I must go, meet me besides the Grapes of Wrath!" Van Dyke said, Brian nodded happily as he cleaned himself up.

Brian's face lit up with a smile, knowing they had a future together, regardless of his race. But before he could fully bask in that feeling, Van Dyke left and he was faced with the shell of his former self in the mirror. He fixed himself up a little before turning away with utter shock...

He was now facing the same black girl he had met recently, pointing a gun at him.

"Say goodnight, CRACKER!" she yelled, pulling the trigger.

With shock and horror, Brian watched as his own blood splattered against the wall, and the last thing he heard was a scream of anguish.

As the girl left, Van Dyke returned, having heard the gunshot. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes as he saw his beloved's dead body on the ground. He sobbed in heart-wrenching grief as he cradled Brian's lifeless form, feeling like his heart had been ripped out.

Meanwhile, outside Mike Love and his perfect features and musical talents were performing for a cheering crowd. Their voices and applause were in stark contrast to the despair and heartbreak that filled the bathroom.

And in that moment, as Van Dyke sobbed beside his true love, he knew that nothing could ever make up for the loss of the man he held in his arms.

fin.

ai slop about a different brian

Daddy Nike wins again

>>128494942
>"I don't eat cheeseburger anymore, I eat FRIED CHICKEN! MMM YUM!" says Brian
He aint Bono

>>128494939
Briggity Brian doing his best Trump impersonation in that photo.