Chapter 9: Meanwhile With Tracey
Tracey called Michael. "Daddy! I am applying for FameorShame again with that faggot Lazlow. Just so you know and if anything happens you know I'll be at the strip club! Love you bye!" She hung up. She turned to Lazlow. "So I need you to tell me my chances of getting a shot." And so Tracey began beat boxing and foisting herself. "BBSH BHHH BAHH SBHH SBHHS SBSSBSHHH BSHH BUH!" It was awful. Lazlow wanted to be nice but could not. "You FUKIN sucked." Right as Lazlow said this Michael appeared and ran dat smug ass over. "DONT YOU TALK TO MY LITTLE GIRL LIKE THAT." Trevor threw a chair to Michael and Michael began bashing the fallen Lazlow's head in with the chair. "DIE. YOU LITTLE. JUDGE FUK." Lazlow was dead."DADDY WHAT TEH HELL." Tracey scremed. "now I will have to become a necrophiliac!" And she did. She fucked body. Trevor filmed and Franklin gagged and Michael did not pay attention he was on phone with Lester. "Ok what next?" Michael asked. "You need to get the two vans. Everything else is taken care of by my laundry slaves." Lester snickered eating a snickers on the other line. "ARE YOU EATING A FUCKING SNICKERS?!" Michael roared, hearing that familiar delicious crunch that no one can beat. BUY SNICKERS BY SNOCKERS. "YOU FUKIN IDOT U HAVE DIABETES!" But Lester did not reply! Michael hung up and turned to Trevor and Franklin. "We need to go, Lester is in trouble." Michael warned. "In paradise?" Trevor trolled. Franklin just nodded. As they got into Michael's car Michael turned around and looked at Tracey, "hey talk to you later, have fun! Love ya!" And they drove off to help Lester!