Dead Bite

Goodnight Sleep Tight

        "Deuce man... I'm sorry to say this but you're out man. You brought a lot to the table for us but we voted and you're out." Said Charlie, his voice strong with authority and Johnny faithfully by his side, maintaining a solumn face even though inside he was glad to see Duece gone,

        "How can you guys do this to me? I gave you everything! I MADE Swan Songs! That album was my fucking baby! Without me you guys would be nothing!" Deuce screamed back, a large vein sitting on his skinny neck throbbing in rage. His fists balled up at his sides as the rest of the boys anticipated a fight.

        "You're right man and we're sorry. We just think that your time as an artist with us is done. Your drug problem isn't cool at all... the label told me that we should let you go if we wanted to maintain a good look and I want that. You have one week to get all your shit out of here. After that it is legally ours. I hope you have a good carrier once you get cleaned up." Charlie said, trying hard to keep a straight face. He meant absolutely none of it. It was a unanimous vote... he had to go. 

        "Fine! I'll leave! But Imma be back motherfuckers! Deuce never dies!" he yelled over his shoulder as he left, closing the door rather than slamming it and surprising everyone else with his level of maturity. They all waited a few minutes to make sure he wasn't still around and let out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

        "That went well," stated funny man.

        "He was probably stoned off his ass," retorted Da Kurlzz. They all nodded as if they thought he was right. "He's practically proving our point for us... hey! Celebratory drinks anybody?" he shouted in excitement.

        "Yeah bitch, paw 'em over," said Charlie as he started handing everyone two beers each. 

~hours later when they are all shitfaced~

        "Hey man... ya see that?" asked J-dog.

        "No J... what is it?" asked Johnny.

        "It looks dead..."

        "Have another beer and shut up ya pussy."