REAL AN: Thanks for all the reviews on this parody, omg. This is so fun to do. I'm just questioning changing the rating a little higher due to what happens next... if it happens at all. *wiggles eyebrows* I'm definitely going to keep making this so I hope you enjoy the further adventures of Manfred Perfection Perfection Perfection Perfection von Karma.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY FOOLZ OK! odderwize thanks very much 2 da prsecutor ppl 4 da good reveiws! THANKS AGEN GREGORY! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 de Investigators.
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On the night of the concert I put on my black penny loafers with custom insoles. Underneath them were some socks. Then I put on another blue suit jacket with all this lace stuff on the back and front. I put on a matching cravat around my neck. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky at the end. I felt a little angry then, so I bashed my head against the wals. I read a book about law jurisdiction while I waited for the concussion to go and I listened to some Investigatoers. I applied some cologne and put on TONS of wrinkle cream. Then I put on my brooch. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some port so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Damon was waiting there in front of his motorcycel. He was wearing a orange suit jacket (bcuz he was chef of polic), matching orange pants, some nice musk and rose-tinted glasses (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer tem ok!).
"Hello Damon!" I said in a monotonous voice.
"Hi Manny." he said back. We climbed onto his cool orange Harley-Davidson(the license plate said SW1 MMIN) and drove to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to loads of law-themed bands. We both smoked cigars. When we got there, we both hopped of the motorcycel. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to the Investigatoers.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The bailiff brings you in, puts you on the stand They imprison you for life." sang Melodas (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).
"That judge dud is so fucking hot." I said to Damon, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Damon looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we danced to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's alright I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Damon sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said, monotonously. "Besides I don't even know that dude and he's going out with this prsecutr I work with. I hate that little fool." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly brown hair.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Damon. After the concert, we drank some spirits and asked Melodas and Trevl for their autographs and photos with them. We got Investigatoers merchandise. Damon and I hopped back onto the Harley-Davidson, but Draco didn't go back to the Prsecutor's Office, instead he drove the car towards...Gourd Lake!