*5 years ago* it was the first day of 2nd grade for little Timmy. He was being scolded by the english teacher, Ms. Fuckface. Well, that's what the kids called her, her real name is Karen. Karen Manager Bloodrayne. "I can't believe you would hit poor, innocent trixie with your lunchbox!" sayed Fuckfa- I mean Karen. "ShE sTaRtEd It!" yelled small Timmy. Timmy was done with Fuckfaces bullshit and begun to cut himself. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?" say'd fuckhead- i mean fuckface. "i need blood to draw a pentagram." Timmy begun the ritual. Kare- I mean fuckface, began turning inside out, blood leaking from her pupils. "FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A LUNCHBOX!!!" yelled big boi Timmy.
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