Author's Note: Oh, Hampton, I 3 you… you got me a Reno poster! YAY! It's hanging on the wall behind my Reno shrine.
-For those people who have really good ideas for the outcome of his story, just IM me on AIM: Deflated Tomato. I'll be on at around 6-12 PM, Eastern Time US.
-For those girls who have experienced shrinking a cup size, you know how depressing it is. For those guys… It's like your meat stick's growing shorter. I feel… empty.
Disclaimer: FF isn't mine. If I kill Tetsuya Nomura, will it be mine then?
Day Thirty: 6:16 PM. Location: Where the hell am I! Oh right… the station.
So Officer Jade slapped me awake from fainting. "Sir. Sir? SIR!" She screamed and slapped me like she was on drugs or something…
"Is my Grandma a terrorist?"
She sat down, enormous DD breasts jiggling. It… horrified me? After Tifa… anything bigger was considered… silicone. "She's been labeled a 'Type A' criminal."
"Type… A?"
"The extreme psychotic ones."
"…"
"Apparently, after the interrogation, the pink polish on her teeth began to disintegrate and after she ingested a large amount. The chemicals traveled to her brain, severely damaging her… what's it called again… the thingy controlling your sanity…?"
I think she was missing it too. "No idea." I shrugged; horrified at the fact that I was the cause of her madness.
"Well, she doesn't know who painted her teeth pink, but when we find the perpetrator, he's gonna have it baaaad."
A layer of cold sweat popped on my forehead. "Yeah." I replied. "I hope you… err… find him."
I'm in deep shit.