Jeff slammed a newspaper against the kitchen table. The headline read: "7 teenagers found dead at freddy fazbear's pizzarea!"
"Coundfound those millienials! They drive me to drink!" Jeff coughed as he took a swig of whisky. "They don't know how a real villain does buiness! I could kill 29 kids without hiding them, and the cops still wouldn't know what to do. At least, back in my prime.!" Jeff slurped. Jeff thought for a few momments. Momments turned to seconds. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Then Jeff lost his train of thought. Then Jeff forgot what he was doing. It took him two hours to remember what he was doing. Once he got back on track, he had a realization that was okay.
"I WILL GO ON A KILLING SPREE!!!!" Jeff proclaimed. "Nah, been there, done that, besides THOSE FUCKING MILLENIALS are already doing that... wait... I know, I'll rule the world!!!!" Then he remembered that he spent his last bit of cash on the whisky. "Hmm...I'm gonna need some dough... what do super villains normally do when they're low on cash?" Jeff pondered. "OH I know! I'll rob a bank!!!"
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Trollpasta:Jeff's Boner
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