I cant guarantee that this chap will be quite as (cough-awesome-cough) as my last chapter, but hey, I'm trying!!! It might make a little less sense and be a little more random, but wtf right? It be MY story and if you don't like it you can LEAVE.

Hm, I might put in bits of a plot here and there if you review. But I cant promise any epic plot-thing worthy of medals. It might just be random stuff.

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Listening to: Eyelash curlers and butcher knives, by Jeffree Star, Heart Surgery isn't that bad by Jeffree Star, mastermind by mindless self indulgence, slut by Scotty vanity, lets dance by Scotty vanity.

LINE OF DOOM BITCHES

Mello's laugh was just trailing off into obscurity when an ear splitting BANG was heard from out side. Near twitched in surprise, almost falling off the ladder.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mello squeaked, hiding behind the sofa. Matt looked at the other two with blatant disdain, and stuck his head out the window, examining for the source of the noise.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Matt pulled his head back inside, his eyes wide and wild. "Look at this!"

"Let me see!" Mello shoved Matt out of the way, and stared down at what appeared to be the bloodied corpse of a gangster, shot a few times through the chest and head—and more, the gun used was left gleaming in the moonlight a few feet away. Mello grinned. Near stared in attempted nonchalance—he wasn't quite as hardass as Mello or Matt.

"What the fuck are we waiting for?" Mello shoved Matt out the window, who landed ungracefully on top of the corpse. He froze, tasting bile in his throat.

"Urrrgh…" he mumbled, forcing himself upright and wiping his bloody hands on his pants. It seemed he was less accustomed than Mello to falling out of third story windows. Speaking of which…

WHUMP.

Mello landed a few feet away, springing agilely to his feet once more. Matt sent him a mega glare of doom.

"You didn't have to shove me out the window, asshole."

"What're you complaining about? You're fine."

"I landed on the dead guy!"

"So?"

"…so he's dead. And now I'm tied to drug dealing, busting you outta jail, and when the cops find this I'll be accused!"

"You worry too much. Lighten up."

"Lighten up? We'll see how light you are when I shove my flashlight up your--"

Matt's rant was cut short by the splatter of Near's vomit against the pavement. Matt warily eyed Near who was warily eyeing the dead gangster. Mello strutted off to retrieve the gun, and rolled his eyes.

"Pussies."

"Screw you Mello, I'm sure you'd like it up the ass!" Near spat and shouted back, getting a bit sick of Mello's half-drunk bitchy-ness. Matt chuckled appreciatively.

Mello, on the other hand, whipped around, cocked the gun, and shot Near in the head.

Bwahahahaha!!!! And everyonez like ZOMG WTFLYKWTFJUZHPPND!!!!?????? Soooooo….if ya wanna know what happens to fluffynutters (near) and whether or not Matt has a seizure and shoves a flashlight up Mello's arse… REVIEW!!!!! And if you don't…JTHM will skin you alive! (woot to any Jhonen Vasquez fans who know who I'm talking about)