I haven't finished or edited this yet so don't have high expectations. There's two parts of the story. There's a narrator and the narrators story. I don't know what else to put in here. Roses are red He shows no remorse Santa clause is joining the terrorist force He deflects your blaster He ends your party faster But most importantly He does not grant you rank of master (True Star Wars fans would understand) Baby lock em doors and turn the lights down low (Insert photo of Texas kogane) Thanos: *snaps* Spider-Man: *dies* Marvel: *releases Spider-Man: far from home trailer Thanos: am I a joke to you? My finger: is wet Touch ID: wait a minute, who are you? We are the crystal gems We'll always save the day And if you think we can't We'll always find da wae. Britain: Excuse me Mexico: Perdon Italy: Permesso France: Pardon Canada: Sorry America: Get the fuck out of my way douchedick Her: I'm leaving you Me: is it because I named all of our pets after rappers Her: No it's because this house is overrun with farm animals Me: Fine, well me and Kendrick llama and Chance the Rabbit and Childish Lambino and Notorious PIG and Dr.Ney and Quacklemore don't need you anymore. 1273 down the Rockefeller street Life is marchin' on, do you feel that? 1273 down the Rockefeller street Everything is more than surreal. "We're no strangers to loooooove. You know the rules, and SO DO IIII. Words words words words words. uhhhhhhhhh..... ANY OTHER GUY. Iiiii just wanna tell you how I'm feelingggggg, gotta make you, UNDERSTAND. NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP. NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWWWWN. NEVER GONNA TURN AROUND AND DESERT YOU. NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY. NEVER GONNA SAYYYYYYY GOODBYEEE. NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE, AND, HURT YOU!" -Rick AstleyAll Rights Reserved