Bzz.

Bzz.

"Hello?"

"Hey Michael, I've got a theory. I need you to help me."

"Oh, great! Here, Matthew, let me get Kevin and Jake. Then we can start."

"Wonderful. We'll start tomorrow."

Click.

I

Chapter I

Matthew Patrick looked down his chair frantically. He constantly checked his watch, as if somebody was awfully late for a meeting. Shit, tomorrow? Matthew thought in anxiety. That's way too early to execute this theory. I haven't even told Ronnie yet! Neither the girls... but all five can stay out of this one; Michael and I've got it covered. He grabbed his bag and quickly hurried out the door. Unfortunately, Game Theory was down a couple million of its mean views this quarter, so Matthew had to move to a crappy apartment in the southern projects of Los Angeles. Around him, he could see wild gangbangers having intercourse with homeless strangers on the side of the road. Next to Matthew's Doorstep was the rotting body of a dead hobo, a newspaper covering his probably half-decayed face. Lowriders slid down the streets, blasting obnoxiously loud rap music down the road. Matthew swiftly walked to the garage and hopped into his prius, afraid he might get drive-by'd or raped by unknown black men.

As Matthew finally made it out of the ghetto, bullets of sweat ran down his face as he tightly and stiffly gripped the steering wheel. Jesus, thought Matthew. I was afraid of some wild negroes breaking into my car and pounding my ass raw with their 10-inch rock-solid dicks. Just as he thought that, a large, bulky black man opened his car door and yanked him out as he was frozen in LA's infamous traffic. The jet-black man pushed Matthew Patrick over a roadblock, exposing his buttocks unto the massive nigger. The man whipped out his giant 8-inch throbbing penis from his loose, bootcut jeans and ripped open Matthew's sweats and underpants. Quickly, the black man bolted his cock into Matthew, stretching his anus far beyond it ever should have. the penis was an engine piston that had gone postal, shifting in and out of MatPat's anus with unfathomable ferocity. Finally the negro blasted an incredible load of semen and ripped his penis back out. He stuffed it back into his pants and rand down to the next car, inside was a woman and two children, supposedly all would be his next victims.

Matthew hopped back in his car, his anus sore and leaking, and tired from suspense. As he looked at the infinite traffic, MatPat let out a sigh of reluctance. Screw this. Matthew angrily thought. Just then, he pulled his car off the road line and drove between the roadblock and the traffic, right where the crazy obsidian man, the single mother, and her two children lay. The wild black man was pounding the woman in her vagina as he had his entire fists lodged into each of the anuses of the small children, bashing their bodies on their mother's back. MatPat floored the gas pedal and smashed right into the unfortunate few, their blood and giblets being blasted and thrown among cars. The giant black man was smashed into bits as well, except his giant, semi flaccid penis now lay in the crevice between the windshield and the hood, flopping around with the air hitting hit. MatPat turned on the windshield wipers to try and clear his windshield of all the blood and small piece of gore, however the giant negro penis was still lodged in the front of his car, flapping as happily as ever. MatPat shrugged and sped past the cars, heading straight towards LAX.

At the parking lot, Matthew couldn't care less about where he parked, let alone how legal was where he parked, so he just decided on slamming his car right into a cinder block wall. He exited, smoke frisking his face and intruding his lungs, But Matthew hustled to the terminal with his bag, despite his body being peppered with bruises and lacerations. At the opening gate, Matthew walked in, looking like a black sheep among a flock of white ones. His sweats undertook a burning hole in them; his shirt, tattered and scraped to shreds, looked little like a shirt, and his face was smothered with injuries. Although his odd state, MatPat was not minded by anyone. He easily continued to the terminal gate without any problems; and thankfully yet oddly, TSA was short.

Matthew bought a ticket to London from any potential passengers and dashed to the gate. Despite his Game Theory budget running short, getting this theory through was worth much more than a dip into his pocket. Dawko finally rested at the chairs and closed his eyes, slowly staring to drift off into a daze...

When suddenly, a young girl came by abruptly and awoke Matthew. "Um excuse me..." the girl asked. "Aren't you Mat Pat from Game Theory?" Her hair took on a gentle blue tint and her eyes gazed a vivid green. She looks like one of the girls... Matthew wondered. "Um, yes I am!" he exclaimed to the little girl, after wandering away in thought for a gentle moment. "Well," the girl replied. "Can you please sign my Sans plushie?" Matthew nodded and quickly signed a tag attached to the doll. Matthew smiled and the girl thanked him delightedly. As she was walking away, she let out a light squeal. Suddenly, the intercom called all passengers to London to board. As Matthew got in line, he noticed the girl from earlier was also in line. Matthew hardly minded it and was glad he could finally rest on his direct flight to London, England.