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[b][code]Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_[/code][/b][hr][hr]


"Yeah," Johnny rolled his eyes at the Pablo Escobar comment. "Comin' from Michael Cera's faggier cousin."

Johnny would never touch this disgusting food with a sterilized lighting rod! What? Did he [i]honestly[/i] think Johnny enjoyed getting infected with the unholy lovechild of botulism, cholera, and E.coli. Pffft. He had way more important things to do than eat this food, or [i]talk[/i] to these people. He had to find that contact.

"Ugh," Gabe loudly exclaimed as she rolled her sole eye. "Johnny, we don't have time for this." She hissed.

Well, she was right. Mr. Candyass was probably heading straight for the gay club so he can get his fix of hot sweaty men rubbing up against him. While Johnny was going to save his sisters from the clutches of evil! So he just shrugged and went back to his business. Now, where did that bitch say to meet him-

While he was walking however, he felt his hat get snatched right off his head.

"The fuck?!" Johnny shouted as his body whipped around towards the source. It was Captain Autism! He thought it'd be funny to swipe his hat. Well, Johnny's not a violent man... but it's time to get violent.

Johnny dove towards the faggot with his fist balled, ready to dive in and knock his teeth down his throat with a right hook. That should be enough to show him who's boss.