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(The next day, Meryl and Snake find the school in mass chaos due to Principal Fatman's murder.)

Student leader: Fatman got murdered.

Students: Yay.

Student leader: Let's all cheer and laugh.

Students: Yay.

Student leader: The school is in mass chaos.

Students: Yay.

Student leader: Rejoice.

Students: Yay.

(Okay maybe mass chaos is an overstatement.)

Student leader: For no reason at all let's have a party at our teacher Miss Campbell's house on Saturday.

Students: Yay.

Meryl: Hey waitami..

Snake: Can I come?

Student leader: All people are welcome.

Snake: Yay.

Meryl: (sighs) Bring your own drinks.

Students: Yay.

Snake: Anyway, So Fatman got killed last night didn't he?

Meryl: Yeah, I can't believe it.

It's so sad, we used to have those great parties and those games.....

Fatman: Okay teachers! I'll plant a bomb somewhere in my house and if you don't find it, YOU ALL WILL DIE!

Snake would always break the ice.....

Snake: ........no shit?

Snake was so good at his games...

Snake: TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE THEY YOU FAT SON OF A BITCH!!!!

Fatman would always tell jokes......

Fatman: LAUGH..AND GROW FAT!

Snake: DON'T FUCKING AROUND!!! TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!!!

His games were always the same....

Fatman: The BOMB!! Is in my.....Censored!!!!!!

Grey Fox: Someone's going to have to get it out.

Everyone: ................

Vamp: Dibs on the bathroom.

Fatman would make his games so easy for us....

Ocelot: WHY ME?!

Snake: Shut up and just reach in. ( Fatman is bending over not wearing his pants.

Ocelot: If I die before I wake, AMEN. (reaches in)

Ocelot: Oh...my...god, something's moving inside.

Fatman: SURPRISE! THERE NEVER WAS A BOMB!

Ocelot: HUH?!

Fatman: mmmmm, you made my bowels more relaxed, I haven't shitted in 5 days...A BIG ONE'S COMING!!

Everybody would get so excited......

Ocelot: I can't get my hand out, I CAN'T GET MY HAND OUT!

Snake: PULL! PULL WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!!!

Fatman: It's coming.....IT'S COMING! OH IT FEELS SO GOOD!!

Ocelot: SNAKE HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!

Snake: DON'T LOOK BACK OCELOT!!!! PULL!!! PULL LIKE YOU NEVER PULLED BEFORE.

Grey Fox: JUST PULL, YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE!! COME ON!!!

Fatman: oooooooo....SQUISHY!!!!

Ocelot: I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!!! HELP ME!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!

Snake: DON'T GIVE UP!!! DON'T GIVE UP!!!

Fatman: I think I'm going to take my time, it'll be smellier that way.

Ocelot: SNAKE!!! I CAN'T!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!!

Fox: NO YOU WON'T, PULL THAT HAND OUT!! THERE'S STILL TIME.

Snake would get so creative in order to win....

Ocelot: I CAN FEEL IT!! GODDDDDD!!!!!!! I DON'T...WANT....TO...DIE!

Snake: NO! (Runs to the living and breaks the glass box containing a fire axe and runs back.)

Fox: PLEASE OCELOT! YOU CAN STILL MAKE IT! DO IT FOR ME! DO IT FOR ME!

OCELOT: I CAN'T! I'M SORRY! (faints)

Fox:NO!

Snake: (raises axe) I'LL SLICE THIS PIG U...

Snake was so clever in those gam.....

Snake: Meryl? MERYL?

Meryl: Wha.huh?

Snake: Are you thinking about anything?

Meryl: No, it's nothing.

Snake: This policeman wants to talk to you.

Otacon: Miss Campbell?

Meryl: Call me Meryl.

Otacon: Right, Meryl, we found this on top of Fatman's body. (hands her a note.)

Note: TOLD YOU BLUBBER BOY'S GOING DOWN, YOU'RE NEXT YOU RED HEADED TEACHER BITCH!!

Meryl: oh god....

Otacon: We have reasons to suspect the killer may be after you so we would like to advise you to be careful.

Snake: Aren't you going to patrol and guard her?

Otacon: Unfortunately no, we're short of men now.

Snake: How bout you go home first Meryl? I'll call you.

Meryl: I guess you're right, please catch this killer soon.

Otacon: Rest assure we will.

Snake: I'll call you later.

Meryl: Thanks, oh and by the way, the party's still on if you want.

Students: Yay.

TBC

Next chapter, THE KILLER STRIKES AGAIN!!!

A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucks, I wasn't very sane when I wrote this. I think I'll whack myself with the ladle now....