Fredrik was all alone in the fancy flat of his. The only thing he could hear, except the sound of his own breathing, was the Michael Bay having an orgasm on TV. He was watching Transformers, on this lonely winter night. "I wish I had someone to spend my evening whip!" He cried, as Bay let out his final 'splotion.
Suddently, like totally normal, not gary-stue at once, there was a knock on his door. Fredrik prayed it was himself in a bathingsuit, but he knew it was never going to happen...
He was very dissapointed when he opened the door, and all he saw was Emma Watson who had just finished a modelig job at Victoria's secret.
She pulled out to handcuffs (like totally out of nowhere), and looked at Fredrik with the best smirk she had. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"I don't want any foolish supply you might want to sell me, so farewell!"
