-Pulls out a gun-


Hurry up, a voice called out. You're so close.

It got closer, Don't be shy. Get right... on... in... there... YES!

Justin awoke with a loud 'AHH'. But, what he didn't expect, was to hear a louder, more girly 'EEEEK!' getting yelled back at him.

He focussed his eye sight in the darkness, and saw a figure standing in front of his bed.

It wore red sleeping-garments, had black hair and very, very, very pale skin. After a short time needed for Justin to focus, he saw...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Michael Jackson stood there, his plastic face reflecting all of the trace amounts of light in the room. Justin continued to scream, until Yvon, on the other bed, awoke and turned on a lamp.

"What are you screaming about you-... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

"OH MY GOD!" Yvon screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Justin yelled.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

"WHAT THE HELL, MAN? WHAT THE HELL!" Yvon sat up, covering himself with the sheets.

Justin got up, and picked up the alarm clock. The chord was long enough to let Justin have a whack or two at Michael Jackson.

"STOP HITTING ME!" Michael squealed. "I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HITTING ON YOU!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yvon screamed.

Justin punched Michael in the face, and then grabbed his neck. He got his elbow around Michael's 98 plastic head, and then rammed him with all of his strenth into the window.

Michael flew through the glass, and out. He sqealed until he hit the ground with a CLUNK!

Justin screamed out the window, "YEAH! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU PERVERTED TRANVESTITE?" Then, he spat at the body. Then, he closed the window with the curtains.

Yvon kept panting until about 5am.