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On one foggy day our friend Mr. Reaper visists the "towns hero".
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| You have been living very irresponsible young man so Im taking you in. And dont try bring any of your paraphernalia with you because I am not paying for extra luggage at the air port. | |
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| Lets rewind everything you said and can you tell me what exactly I have done. | |
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| Well on my list it says: 1. Remixed Michael Jackson's song Beat It 2. Started a fake fire so the citizens would dissipate all over the city 3.Your mother told you to peruse the bible and you farted... | |
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| Fartting is irresistible . But were you so unaccomplished in life that you had to get the job as the grim reaper? Thats like the most irregular job you can have. So how about we collabarate ok...... | |
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| Your cell is number 814b. Right next to the blazing hamsters and the field of unicorns with diarrhea. | |
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| I knew I shouldve listened to mr. Baker when he went over persuassive writing. | |
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