So everyone knows the game Clue, right? You go through the rooms, weapons, and people to try and figure out who killed the person? Alright, well, here's a good story.
Him and I were playing clue, and this one round we put the three cards in the file, like you're supposed to. We're playing and we figure out that Mrs. White is the culprit. We open the folder and... there's only two cards. The weapon and the room.
Ok, so Mrs. White is missing. Fine. We know that this round is was her, we can just play without her next round, it'll be fine.
So we start the next round. This time we are 10 billion percent (if you get that reference I wuv u) sure that there are three cards in there, which means it can't be Mrs. White. I had four of the people already, so it had to be Mr. Green.
It comes to the end part of that round, and I guess Mr. Green with the knife in the kitchen (I had the kitchen and knew the knife was in the folder, so I was just bullshitting my turn so I could move to the ballroom where the murder was). But then he shows my Mr. Green, which means it has to be Mrs. White.
But how is that possible, we put three cards in the file??
I get to the ballroom. I guess Mrs. White with the knife in there.
He doesn't have any of them. Neither do I.
I grab the folder and count three cards, which means that somehow Mrs. White must be in there.
I open the folder, there's Mrs. White.
WHAT THE FUCK SHE LITERALLY TELEPORTED AT WILL??
And I won, so that's a plus.
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This is insane
HumorMe and my friends' weird ass conversations/would you rathers. This book is probably 18+ like not even joking the jokes in this are horrendous. He's trans and I'm pan so any gæ jokes are literally about ourselves lmao.
