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I laugh. I'm done with this drama.
"I'll need you to put your hands behind your back, sir"
I'm furious.
"I AM YOUR PRESIDENT. I DON'T HAVE TO OBEY MERE PEASANTS SUCH AS YOURSELF."
The officer rolls their eyes. "Sure, and I'm the Queen of England, get in the car, sir."
I was pushed into the car by two rather muscular policemen. We were right on the tail of the car Nick and Orlin were in.
I was huffing and puffing and creating a real scene in the police car in hopes they would let me out.
They didn't.
I sit there, my legs swinging back and forth across the seat, kicking the policeman's seat and whining like an iPad kid without Cocomelon.
They have little reaction, at most, they just glared back and yawned. That's when I decided to step up my game. I cried loudly for 8 minutes until we reached the police station. They had no response. What a bunch of losers.
I see Nick and Orlin in a cell, and Orlin appears to be..tapped up. I'm forcibly moved into a different cell. How poor, how...Below middle-class it is. I hear Nick mocking me in the distance "nICk, i KNow YOuVe nEvEr lOveD mE."
A creature appears in the distance. They're triangular, with 2 arms, and have a grainy appearance. The type of thing you'd see in a poorly rendered children's show. I can't believe my eyes. A multicolored void was behind it. This is ridiculous. I must be on crack.
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RomanceAfter Nikocado Avocado mysteriously disappears, his new lover ends up trying to kill Donald. An adventurous piece of writing, critically acclaimed for "Most emotional" by my cousin's dog.
