Let me start by saying this: I never killed anyone. Before this at least.
My best friend and I were out walking to our shared apartment from the dollar store.
It was late, around 12 AM and we both knew that it’s not exactly safe to be walking around at this time of night.
We saw a man walking on the other side of the street and my friend said he looked sort of suspicious and she said, “We should follow him. I mean, there’s two of us and one of him, we can take him if he tries anything.”
I agreed because I was delirious and it didn’t seem like a big deal, so we followed him, and he did notice. He started running and then he turned a corner. We kept going after him and then we cornered him in this alley and then this duck showed up with a knife and my friend was like, ” YOU BROUGHT A KNIFE TO A GUN FIGHT!” And then the duck pulled out a gun and so did my friend and then the man brought out a bomb and I ran and then the duck chased us all the way to Mexico and then this assassin, Christian showed up and he told us about his alien friends that eat cactus’s and then we asked him for some so we could get energized enough to run to the land of desert to find the mystic magic Hispanic man-turtle.
We made it. Here I am, sitting inside the Hisurtlean Plaza, using all their wifi illegally. I must go before the cactus lord comes to murder I and my friend, Burrito.
JK
Maybe
