Lisa and Chloe were getting along famously. They already secretly slept with each other twelve times behind Johnny's back and somehow all in the span of a day. Chloe was not very good at sex, actually. Lisa made up for it with her expertise in sex, which she dubbed sexpertise. Her standards were low after dealing with belly button sex for so long, but she was still a big cheating slut.
"Wowser, that was some hella sex," Chloe whispered into Lisa's ear after another brief lovemaking session. Max was downstairs looking at spoon photos with Johnny, so they had sneaked up to the bedroom together.
The two froze after a scruffy man strode into the room. He stared like a confused puppy at their naked bodies pressed together for a few moments before breaking the silence. "C'mon guys, what is this? What's going on here? I don't understand." Mark said with an oblivious smile on his face. "Anyway, Johnny wants to talk to Lisa downstairs. He sent me because he was showing Max some of his artyworks."
He turned and went back downstairs without saying another word.
Lisa got up and put her clothes back on, prompting Chloe to do the same. She snooped through Johnny's stuff in the bedroom before finding her clothes like the nosy cunt she is, just like Max. Unfortunately for Johnny, this led to her finding his gun. Looking over to make sure Lisa wasn't watching, Chloe quietly slipped the gun into the back of her pants. It stuck out noticeably, but Lisa wasn't looking at Chloe's ass. Not anymore.
They made their way downstairs where Max and Johnny were bonding. "Here a special picture passed down in family," Johnny was telling her. They were looking at a tasteful picture of a spoon over a red background. Max was impressed with the composition of the photo and was talking about some technical details of photography. Nobody but her gave a fuck, because photography is art for rich assholes with no talent.
Chloe and Lisa now noticed that Mark was dressed in a nice tuxedo. Before they could ask why he was dressed so formally, Johnny answered their unspoken questions.
"Haha, haven't you guys ever play football before? Geez, go upstairs, get dressed. I have a good clothes for Chloe on my dresser," he informed the group, gesturing strangely toward the stairs with his arms.
Everyone was dressed nicely to play some football. Max and Lisa wore elaborate ball gowns adorned with jewels, and the men in matching tuxedos. Chloe wore Lisa's prized clown suit, which fit her perfectly. She even fit into the rainbow afro wig and big red nose, which miraculously made her look less like a tool.
Johnny surveyed the group, smiling at how great everyone looked. "Looking good, Mark. Wow, we look ready to foot some ball, ah ha ha ha. Very sexy." He led everyone out the front door, football in hand. It had glitter and macaroni noodles glued to it, because he told Denny to make it like "real nice haha". Soon enough, everyone was tossing the football around like that stupid cheater Tom Brady.
Johnny was doing quite well in catching the football, but threw it too hard to Chloe before too long. Max could see something was about to go horribly wrong, but was too late in shouting a warning to her. The macaroni-encrusted football connected hard with Chloe's face, the glitter acting like sandpaper and tearing the flesh clean off of her entire head. The shards of macaroni noodles shot through her face like a knife through butter.
"Oh no, what have I doing?!" Johnny screamed to the heavens. "My ball just tear her apart!"
Mark glared at Johnny with conviction in his eyes. "You motherfucker, you killed her is what you did! She is dead now! No longer alive! Horrible! Dead!" Mark proceeded to shove Johnny to the ground. "What do you have to say for yourself, huh?! HUH?!"
Johnny got up and squared up to Mark. "I did not hit her, it's not true, it's bullshit…" his voice trailed off as tears streamed from his eyes. While one would assume Johnny was crying due to intense guilt, he was actually crying only because he really hurt his tushy on the ground.
Lisa was cradling Chloe's remains, making a frowny face. "Aw shucks, this is no good." A single slutty tear ran down her slutty face ruining her slutty make-up.
Max finally snapped out of her stupor and reversed time. She replayed the spectacle over and over a few dozen times, probably out of shock. Finally, she got the balls to warn Chloe so she wouldn't die yet again.
This time, Chloe ducked out of the way. Unfortunately, the deathball made contact with the back of Alyssa's fat emo head while she was in the middle of writing her lewd Sasunaru fanfic. Her fat emo bitchiness could not save her, and she died instantly. Not a trace of her was left behind, only a sizable crater.
Johnny stared at the carnage that he wrought to what he thought was a patch of dirt. "Ha ha ha, oopsy, I'm soooo sorry dirt please do not have cow please." He didn't even realize that was in fact not a patch of dirt, but what could loosely be described as a "person". But that was okay because nothing of value was lost.
Chloe had urinated herself, tarnishing Lisa's favorite clown outfit. "I didn't need your hella help, Maxi-pad. I could have caught that."
Max started crying. "I saved your life, Chloe! I saw you get your face ripped off over and over and over and over and over and over and over! It was so wowser!"
Johnny noticed Max bawling her theoretical dick off and went over to comfort her. "That no good, we should go back home now." He draped his arm protectively around her and led the group back to his apartment.
Johnny barged in the front door of his apartment since it was unlocked like always, and was treated to a horrific scene. Chris R. and Frank Bowers had seemingly teamed up, and were both holding Denny hostage at gunpoint.
"WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' MONEY DENNY?!" Both screamed in unison.