Michael's POV
I text my friend, Prince, and ask him what to do.
MJ: What should we do about Tyson?
Prplerain: KILL HIM.
MJ: No! We r not gonna kill him!
Prplerain: Don't worry I was kidding. Maybe.
MJ: Seriously Wat r we gonna do?
Prplerain: OK fine. Here is the plan...
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Alright. I am really about to do this. I don't know if I can do this. There is a lot of risks. But it is for Diana. And when it is for Diana, it is done right. I felt really bad when Prince came up to me with the bucket of pig blood. I hate having animals suffer. Prince told me it the pig was already slaughtered for meat but I wasn't so sure. But I had the grossest job of them all. Getting the um, bodily fluids. So I put the uh, ejaculation in the blood and stirred it with a hockey stick. Prince took it with a smile and placed it above Tyson's doorway. We knocked on his door and ran. We hid behind the topairy shaped like a rabbit. We saw the knob turn. Tyson stepped into the dim light. He opened the door. It seemed like slow motion. The bucket fell. The um, mixture poured all over him. He looked around, covered in the stuff. He yelled, "WHO THE FUCK HAS THE NERVE TO MESS WITH ME! " He looked around once more. His eyes scanning the area until they landed on Prince and I.
Shit.
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