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Y'all. . . I had a excuse but I was like "nvm these hoes ain't go believe me" the excuse was a lie but. . . Some dookie bout to go down! Research these people real quick Erik Durm, Marc Bartra, Roman Bürki, Ousman Dembele, Marco Reus, Pierre- Emerick Aubemeyang. It'll help you visualize plus I don't feel like uploading pictures, beware some of these men are horrendously ugly, but because I have something to prove I have to use them. Good luck fools. Streak broken again but story has not been forgotten! Onwards mighty soldiers!

Skiiyuh's P.O.V

"ME NO SPEAK ESPANOL LEAVE ME ALONE I WAS THIS CLOSE TO SECOND BASE WITH JESUS-"

"SKIIYUH IF YOU DON'T MOVE I'M GO DROWN YOU IN A RIVER!" Ski mask shouted as me as the cour four and Lil Pump ran away from the burning Mercedes.

"COME BACK HERE YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" One of the white men slipped on some bird dookie and fell in some wet grass ruining his crisp white suit. He started to cry and I laughed and ran into a pole.

Ski Mask grabbed the back of my shirt and slung me over his shirt, as the fire from the car grew into a bigger. . . Fire!

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS STUPID!" Lil Pimp said as he picked up my shoe and threw it at one of the many white men running after us, it hit the man in the eye, and he callapsed on another man who was riding a bike. . .THE SAME MAN I KNOCKED DOWN YESTERDAY!

"HEY! THAT WAS MY SHOE-" I was cut off as Lil Pump, a.k.a Gassy, yanked on one of my fingers cracking it in the process.

This is what I get for knocking that old man down at Wal-mart, should've just him cut me. . .

Two hours later
Eating hall
Members present: Skiiyuh, Stokeley, Jahseh, Jasmine, Gassy, Roman, Marc, Erik, Ousmane, Aubameyang, five random women (read: hoes) that claim to be the guests, bold type, significant others, know damn well they with these ugly ass men for the $$$$, but thats none of my business this is just an informational italicized text to make the story look professional.

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kiiyuh's P.O.V

Everyone was seated eating their food while make small talk. Me, Lil Pump, and Ski Mask were on the halls provided stage, behind the curtaind, looking at the progress of our current mission.

"I think its working Jasmine looks real jealous." I whisper pointing at X, and then at Jasmine.

We set everyone up in pairs with a seating chair that Lil Pump actually helped us with, all you haters are wrong he's can do more things than pop Xanax and get sexual gratification from white girls (he should wait 'till marriage, as I've told him before, but he slammed my head against the wall, so I prayed on Jesus' perfectly sculpted, bacon sucking legs that he wouldn't get any disease).

X was currently having a conversation with Roman (Bürki, good time to look him up now) who took great interest in his shiny diamond teeth, colored dreads, and opinion on my Spiritual husband Jesus!

Jasmine was also trying, but failing, at having a conversation with one of those mindless bimbo's about the perks of being onvolved with athletes.

I mean it was true, most of them were prettt good looking, and if I hadn't spent all my time and money printing out pictures of Jesus (I'm not talking those black and white one's, no, full color beauty, I even stole a 3-D printer from out of this white man's pick-up truck to print out a three dimensional photo of Jesus! That old white man deserved it! He almost ran me over!) I would snatch me up one of them!

Jasmine was sandwiched between a hoe and Ousmane who was on his phone, but to make it easier for me this is Lil Pump, Ski Mask, and mine's seating chart: