It was yesterday when Jacket finally decided to leave his jackshit apartment and move in with Biker in his fucking sweet ass crib.
They were now best bros. #NoHomoTho
It was a hot, summer afternoon in Miami and Jacket had just arrived from mass murdering a bunch of Russian mobsters. He kicked the door open as if he were entering a different house and walked in, getting blood on the carpet. smh jacket that's the fifth time this week.
Biker was chilling on the couch, easily kicking away his porn magazine when Jacket walked in. Jacket saw anyway. "Disgusting. Filthy sinner." Thought the man who had just recently committed homicide.
Anyways, Jacket was thirsty as fuck so he strolled over to the kitchen to fetch a soda. Biker saw and realized he was thirsty too. And so he called out to Jacket.
"Ay, bro! Pass me one!"
"k."
Jacket fetched another soda from the fridge and tossed it to Biker.
However, there was something Jacket forgot.
The mask he was wearing.
He had killing throws on.
Shit.
The soda can hit the salad-haired Biker square in the face. Oh my god there's blood everywhere. Jesus Christ, Jacket.
"Ow."
"Sorry."
"You fucking asshole."
…
Silence.
"Take me the hospital."