The Search For MINECRAFT CYAN

Bacon is a Racial Slur

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy (The SMM2 SMB1 Luigi Green Crewmate) was on the case of a lifetime. 4 Crewmates had been mysteriously murdered, and it took the only witness 71 hours, 3 minutes, 26 seconds, 52 milliseconds to regain internet-connection to his life. Once he had, he was subsequently kidnapped by the police and brought to a building where the police would be police.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy entered the room the witness was inside of, because he was in the room.

"So," Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy said. "What do you know about the murders?"

The witness shrugged. "I don't know anything, but I do know who committed the murders."

"Oh, who was--"

"Can I have a delicious bacon."

"Um, I think--"

"No, that wasn't a question."

"What."

"That was a statement."

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy quickly fled the room to his superiors. He walked up to His Favorite Superior. HFS for short.

"The suspect is racist towards pigs, sir. He said the equivalent of the N-word."

"Oh my god" His Favorite Superior (HFS for short) said. "What the [we put shirt here instead because they said the fucking F-word] is the pig equivalent of the n-word?"

"Bacon."

His Favorite Superior (HFS for short) subsequently died of an asthma attack. Rest In Peace we knew you for like 2 paragraphs.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy took in a deep breath of air that he breathed. He knew what this meant. He needed a Tyler.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy made his way to the medbay, which is short for Medical Bay. He opened the door with his arm and walked inside. A portal, shaped like a triangle a two year old would draw before they learned to keep their arm still was at the end of the room. Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy first walked over to the vent in the corner, and he removed a Mini-Crewmate which was crawling around in there. It had been making so much rickety-ruckus that Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy snapped its neck in a delightful 360 flick of the wrist. Not that he had a wrist. He has no limbs, after all. He's just a SMM2 SMB1 Luigi Green Crewmate.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy then walked from the air duct to the portal. There was a large panel next to it, shaped like a vending machine. Probably because it was a vending machine. Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy typed 6g and the machine dispensed some absolutely scrumptious "Raccoon Dust," though the general public knew it as "Raccoon Shit." Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy took the bag and stood in front of the portal. He smiled.

"Hello God of the Tylers. It is me. Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy, though you may know me as The SMM2 SMB1 Luigi Green Crewmate. I have this gift to grant you. In return, you must send a Tyler through the gate."

Silence, then a booming voice said:

"K bruv."

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy picked up the Raccoon feces and plopped some into his non-existent mouth. He then picked up the corpse of the mini crewmate and threw it through the portal.

"Thanks bruv."

Suddenly, a person - a real, living person burst through the portal. Er, sorry, a Tyler burst through the portal. A real, living Tyler.

The Tyler looked around, confused. He was shaking and cowering. "Holy god, holy fucking god, holy shit, holy mother of jesus, holy crusty crab cakes, is this what hell looks like?" He muttered.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy whipped out a microphone from his back pocket. "Hello Tyler!"

The Tyler didn't respond. He just looked at The SMM2 SMB1 Luigi Green Crewmate in disbelief. "You... you're like that Among Us bean who twerks in that funny video my friends have been playing on repeat for the last 7 hours!"