The McDonald's murder case

We knew wed never win

We heard HIM. The man me and Mac feared most, the only man we feared at all (save for Christina Aguilera but they're gender non conforming so it don't count, we got beef tho) "Get your god damn hands up you fruity fuckers" we heard the ratchet ass twink practically sing through the police issued mic. We had nowhere to go, with garret so close, how COULD we win? If not him catching us, rascal wouldn't be too far behind. They were like butt buddies, but literally, butt stuff. "You're surrounded, just come out on your own and I'll only ass fuck you a FEW times each." He sounded excited, that wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Mac Miller glanced down at me, whispering under his breath "no dawg, not again. I can't handle it anymore fo shizzle." I know he wasn't talking to me, he was praying to Ariana. God do be a woman. A woman shaped like a 12 year old boy who dated a crack bug for a year, but still a woman.  We must have been taking too long because the sharp ring of the mic went off before garrets loud ass prepubescent voice cracked through the speaker like broken glass "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I SWEAR I WILL SLICE KENNYS THROAT LIKE CHEAP BACON LYNZIE, do you want that?" His voice was so god damn annoying but, Kenny, was he bluffing? Did he really have them? Kenny and Mac Miller were the only people she ever let see her ass crack, they were close to say the least.  They had to make a decision and fast, Lynzie Tossed her body through the air like a fucking ragdoll pulling Mac Miller down with their sheer force (lord knows they don't weigh nothing and if she don't stop criticizing me I'm gonna find her malnourished dad and break his bones and turn him into mr glass 🤗) Mac Miller (derogatory)