I call my homies letting them know I'm going to be out for a while n go shoot some ass or whatever it takes to be a spy.
I arrived at Pizza Hut in my lil black leotard n high kinky boots. I looked at him who was holding a gun n passed me one.
"This isn't even real??? It's a BB gun?"
He looked at me n said "Yes." I scowled at his incompetence and rolled my eyes, dropping the trash in my hand.
"I want the cash" I demanded, a sassy grabby hand appearing in front of his face. The man began to protest so I slammed the BB gun down on his head, knocking him to the floor allowing me to fart on him to ensure unconsciousness and take the money from his pocket.
I walked awAy without completing the mission, my heels clopping against the concrete as I began to fan myself with my riches.
Self pride is important, and I began to think to myself; 'you do not need no spy job to save the day. Your looks do that for you' and immediately I felt even less bad about not completing the mission and walked home to find amarat so she could feed me some chicken.
The end
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The Adventures Of Greta
SpiritualThis book contains short story's about Gretas adventures. This book was originally 'we're not in ransus anymore' but has been changed so we can make a series of delightful stories for you all to read. Enjoy
