Previously

"But we need to find and kill this guy" "Too Late" said a guy coming from the elevator with his finger on the trigger, about to shoot. "Fuck" I said. *fade to grey*

"Everybody get on the ground" the shooter said. So we all got on ground, put our guns on safety, and took out the clip. "Alright now, if anybody moves towards they're guns, they're dead, got it?" he said. "You mean like this?" I said and suddenly everything was in slow-mo as I got my clip, put it in, took my gun off safety, and cocked it. Then everything went back to normal speed as I shot him 7 times in the chest. "How did you do that Alex?" asked Sam in disbelief. "I have no clue" I say looking at my hands. Then I do something else (that I actually know this time) and roll across the floor, in complete slow-mo . "Ok, that's awesome" said Tony. "I know right?" I say getting back up. "Oh yeah I forgot, there's this awesome karaoke bar down the street here and I was wondering if you guys wanted to go" I say "I'm already going with Sam and Jake but you're welcome to come" I say (again). I here I guess's and ok's coming from them. "Awesome be at my house by 17:00 tonight and we can go together"

Alex's house, 7:00 PM.

We are all walking to the bar (well more of a restaurant with a bar in it) but oh well. So once we get there, all the adults go to the bar and we get a table. I'm the first one up to karaoke (more by force than choice) oh well. "Hey, play this" I say tossing a CD to the DJ.

(B.Y.O.B. plays)

You

WHY THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Barbarisms by Barbaras, With pointed heels.
Victorious, victorieas, kneel.
For brand new spankin deals
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we don't live in a facist nation
Blast off, its party time,
And where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun...
Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor

Everyone clapped as I left the stage. "I didn't know you could sing that well" said Tony. "Well when you sing in a rock band every Wednesday it's not that hard" I say laughing a little. 10 minutes later we left the restaurant and Tony and Ziva caught a cab by my house and as I walked inside I saw them get in and I smiled to myself. *fade to grey*

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