Hopefully Criminal decides to hang out with that cop instead. What's his name? Oh, right, Back Up. Perv has been hangin out with that cop a lot lately. Enough rambling, I should get something to eat then start some deals. +× After Eating ×+ What the absolute ****. I can't trust the news ever again. It's raining outside and that can be a severe turn off to college student crackheads. Like what the ****, Bill? I trusted you. I thought we had a bond going on. The rain poured outside filling the silence in my room, or what seems to be silent to others. Inside I was raging, thinking of ways to break up with the news. I know they won't be able to handle the fact that I'm changing to NEWS 69.

Then suddenly I hear a knock on my door. I don't have friends. Who could that be? I open my door ever so slightly to see CIA, FBI and Back Up standing there. "Is this leading to a gang bang?" I ask. They all sigh in disgust. "Just saying, I don't think it would work, considering I'm the only top here. AND that I don't want to be gang banged." They all sigh again except for CIA, who let out a small "ew" " Do you want us to beat you up?" FBI questioned pushing me out of the way to invite him and his friends inside. "Look, none of us even had a 1st date, and I don't wanna rush things.. SO IF YOU COULD PLEASE LEAVE?"

FBI sighed and looked at CIA "He has already been found guilty for dealing drugs in the last case, so why are we checking for evidence?" "Because this is a diffrent case, he already served time for the last one." Back Up answered for CIA. "Yeah, your guy's law system is flawed as hell. None of you have even noticed how one of your officers is probably ****ing a well known criminal." I remark. Back Up shifted nervously looking at his Co workers while searching for drugs. "Who is.." FBI coughed " '****ing' a criminal?" "Back U-" "HeY GUyS I THINK  I FOunD The DRugs." Back Up spat out nervously, "Nevermind, it was just, um, d-dust bunnies"

They all continued to search my house. These idiots found it in my house last time. What makes them think I'm stupid enough to hide drugs here again? Which client even told them about me? I swear I will murder whoever did this. No, that can be what they want. Instead I could make them endlessly suffer. I then catch in the corner of my eye CIA hugging FBI clinging. "Can you guys wait until after you check my house? I don't need hormones filling up my room." "Shut up, bastard. After this you won't even have a room." CIA replied aggressively. "You suggesting I'll get caught, doll?" "Course you will. You're just another idiot with no life." "At least I get more money then you." "I could beat you up right now, you know." "Wanna test that?" "GOD, COULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP." FBI screamed catching both of us off gaurd.

That's it. If you have any suggestions then you could tell me. If you even want me to continue

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