Finale

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This is super short but there's more I swear

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"... Is that RIHANNA?!"

Rihanna flipped her hair. "The bad one herself."

"Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" asked Simon

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"Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" asked Simon. "Ps your tickets are way too expensive."

"Or are you just poor."

Simon gasped. "TAKE THAT BACK!"

"You bore me," she spoke bluntly. "Okay, Queen of the South reporting for duty. What's the sitch?"

"Yo, RiRi!" yelled Wiz, standing from his throne or pedestal or whatever wizards sit on idk.

"Aye!!!" responded Rihanna eloquently.

"This lil homie here needs you to help him out."

"Oh? Whatcha want?" Rihanna asked Pansy impatiently. Time was running quick and she needed to get back to her ANTI tour. She was going big that year; THE NEXT CONCERT WOULD BE IN MARS.

"I JUST WANT CRACK!" Pansy replied giddily. This was it!

"Oh you want me to crack your skull?" She asked, making a large baseball bat appear out of nowhere. "My pleasure."

"No, I meant-"

His statement was stopped by the heavy wood crashing against his head, and stars erupted in his vision as he plummeted to the ground, unconscious.

Wiz tutted

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Wiz tutted. "But you know what he meant, Rih."

Rihanna smiled her dazzling smile.

"What? Didn't they tell you that I was a savage?"

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"What? Didn't they tell you that I was a savage?"

Meanwhile, Pansy's mind was far far away...

Over the rainbow...

I should stop.

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