Gregory P. Wong
Bob waited for the round to end. He was the last one, right? Wasn't he?
He tapped out an admin-message.
"Boose/, /what gives/? /Didn'/t I win already/?
Lol look out the back window.
He shrugged and did as he was commanded.
Uh, nothing. What kind of joke was Boose pulling off now?
Lol not at the ground. Look up.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" an ear-piercing shriek split the air.
Cannibal was crying and screaming at the same time.
Fucking Boose, he was gonna kill fucking Boose, and then fucking Mao, and fucking Pheermee, and fucking-
"Ooh, that's gotta hurt," Bob said.
FINAL SCORE T-2 CT-3