*Jordan was mocking Aaron while going upstairs. When he got to his room, he saw a letter on his bed. It was an acceptance letter from the camp* Jordan: you son of a gun. (The next day, in the morning, Jordan went downstairs and ate breakfast. When he finished breakfast, he saw a note from Aaron, the note said "hey loser have a good time at the academy, love Aaron.") Jordan: damn, he could have at least said goodbye to me in person. (When he left the liquor store, he started heading to the academy. On his way there, he saw his friends Max the rich fuck and Taquan the hoe) Jordan: yo guys! (both max and Taquan said yur while still walking) Jordan: wait max couldn't you just run there? Max: don't want to be tired as fuck, so that's why I'm not. Taquan: at least you could have gotten us a limo or a helicopter. Max: let's just get there, man. (51 minutes of walking to the academy) Jordan: this place is bigger than I thought.
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The F Team (pilot)
FantasyWhen the heroes go bad the villains are here to take care of them.