Bob Didn't Die For This

Part 3

Bob had failed.
He had lost his job, bigass, and president Bernie Sanders.

*10 days later*
Bob was sitting on the floor.
Thinking

Why
Why me
Why did I do this
Why couldn't I get this one job right
...
I can't live any longer knowing that I had killed the president

Bob had made a plan.
He would get the best weed in the city and smoke as much of it in a night.
He knew he needed the best to feel the best.

And he knew a guy

*10 minutes later*

"WHO DARES TO CALL ME AT THIS TIME" an unknown being replied.

"Satan. It is I... Bob"

"WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT... IM BUSY EATING SOULS CANT YOU TELL."

"I'm sorry Satan ,but I need some weed. The good stuff."

" HMMM. YOU WANT SOME OF SATANS LETTUCE I SEE"

" yes"

"WELL....FINE"

"Thanks Satan 😘😘😘"

"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW"

*10 minutes later*
Alright
Its time
To smoke
Some
Weeeeeeeeeed

*10 hours later*

Wtf
Why am I not high as fuck

No

No no no no no

Did Satan rip me off

SATAN!!!!

WHAT DO YOU WANT
AND WHY AM I IN YOU MIND I DONT LIKE THIS PLACE

SATAN did you give me weed

...

NO
HAHAHAHAHA

WHAT THE FUCK SATAN WHYYYYY

I GAVE YOU LITERAL LETTUCE LOLOLOLOL

YOU GOT PRAAAAANKED

Later Bob Bob died from inhaling too much lettuce

The end

I hoped you liked it ❤❤❤