Tyson sat in his limited edition Infinite Warfare beanbag, his pants off, exposing his pair of limited edition WWE boxers. In his hand he held a Tuesday Edition Blue Cola SLURPERTM that he occasionally sipped. From his door came a knock, and before he could answer in came his mother, who said in shock, "What the fuck."
Tyson stood up, his package barely contained by the printed picture of John Cena on his nuts.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Mum, I'm trying to think!"
His mother didn't need a reason to leave in the first place, and so she closed the door and locked it with the padlocks the police had given her in case of emergencies. Emergencies like this. Inside his room, Tyson paced back and forth, his mind at work. Eventually, he plopped himself into his computer chair and began browsing the internet, looking for ideas and low price guns. He scrolled through an internet message board, looking for clues. He saw multiple posts about Asspol, usually where to buy it and who's selling it. This gave him an idea. If he could track down sellers, he could interrogate them and use them to find the Boss. Satisfied with this burst of creativity, Tyson opened his favourite beastiality porn site and got to work.
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Tyson VS Life - Book One - Drug War
Mystery / ThrillerFollow the story of Tyson, a special young boy on his crusade for justice as he seeks to destroy the drug trade tearing his school apart. Surrounded by his friends, he'll go on a soul searching journey, facing those who wish him harm and allies of t...
