After killing Hannah again, and knowing she has somehow been reincarnated (as herself) somewhere else in this world (probably somewhere nearby) for a brand new bright shining day (scattered showers), Brennan and Booth arrived at the roller skating rink to meet Angela and Hodgins (you probably don't remember that from the last chapter).

"What is UP, my man?" Booth greeted some piece of shit kid behind the counter who looked like Steve Rogers before the soldier drugs. Booth slapped him on the back and literally broke him in half.

"Two pairs of skates, please." Brennan told the dead kid.

"8 dollars." The dead kid said.

Booth tossed him a 10 and let him keep the change to cover the medical bills.

They entered the rink with their skates and immediately saw Angela eating pizza and Hodgins swinging from the disco ball.

"He had a little too much root beer." Angela explained, which actually explained nothing. "Have you guys ever been skating before?"

"Not since I was a kid!" Booth said.

"I can't say that I ever have." Brennan replied. "Well, I could say it, physically, but I—"

"Sweetie, literally don't waste oxygen finishing that useless sentence or I'll murder you."

"How would you accomplish that?" Brennan was genuinely curious.

"I have a few plans written out…" Angela said.

"I've seen them. They're good." Sweets rolled up behind them. "Can't tell you what they are though. Doctor-patient confidentiality."

Remember he's not dead? We established that in an earlier chapter when he was resurrected by Ed Lover or something like that? Anyway.

"They are good plans. You'd never catch her." Cam added, also rolling up behind them, but in a wheelchair.

"Why are you in a wheelchair?"

"I needed it to use the handicapped parking spot. So I've gotta stay in this wheelchair the whole time. Guess I can't go skating with you guys, and can't use my legs for the next few hours, but at least I got to park 8 feet closer!"

"That's pretty sound logic." Sweets muttered.

Booth covered Cam's eyes so she couldn't hear him whisper to everyone else, "Don't you sometimes wish you could just kill your boss 50 times?"

"Heck yes." Cam said, before realizing she's their boss. "Wait!"

Angela laughed something truly evil. "Dont'ya worry. We'll find a creative way to kill you when you least expect it."

"Oh good. I was afraid you might kill me some lame boring way like—"

Booth reached over and twisted her neck, killing her. Which is somewhat lame and boring. Look, I was gonna say he just shot her in the head but guns just aren't as funny as they used to be. You know, America and all that. Anyway. I'm American, and I go to school, so you don't get to yell at me for complaining about guns. But feel free to agree with me.

ANYWAY.

Booth hired a contractor to repair the 4th wall while Angela laced her skates up.

Brennan had already taken to the rink, with one skate on her hand and one on her foot.

"Sweetie, that's incorrect!" Angela called.

Brennan pulled over to fix her skates.

An employee began smacking the disco ball with a broom to get Hodgins down.

Angela had found the bouncy castle in the corner, and Brennan was now wearing the skates on both hands and running around the rink in her socks, giggling.

"This is going GREAT." Booth crossed his arms and surveyed the scene. "We should come here more often. Or just stay in a hotel nearby and come here every night. You know what? A hotel sounds like a great setting for a story…"

Hodgins fell from the disco ball and landed on his ass. "Angela!"

"I didn't do it!" Angela replied instinctively.

Suddenly, in his peripherals, Booth noticed someone whipping skee balls at the machine, missing every time. In fact, they all were bouncing back and hitting her directly in the face.

"Hannah!" Booth cried. "What are you doing here?"

"I win the sexy game!" Hannah screamed.

"That's not how you—" Booth started, but noticed the tickets pouring out of the machine. Curious, he walked over and picked up a skee ball, then smashed it into her face.

8 tickets slipped out of the machine.

"GUYYYYS!" Booth hollered.

Everyone ran or skated over, Brennan now wearing the skates on both asscheeks. Surprisingly, it was working.

"I want that giant space alien from the prize counter." Booth declared.

"Get it yourself, you pig." Angela said.

"It's 12,000 tickets!" Hodgins said wetly.

"Check this out." Booth chucked a skee ball at Hannah's face again. She cheered, but it was muffled by the teeth and blood falling out of her mouth.

8 tickets poured out of the machine.

"No way!" Angela grabbed more skee balls and immediately smashed them in Hannah's face.

Hannah's eyeball popped out and 50 tickets printed.

"Get to work, I want my space alien!" Booth demanded, but in a friendly way of course, because they were all bonding over this.

The gang continued to pummel her with skee balls until they had enough tickets for numerous giant inflatable space aliens and Hannah was nothing more than a pile of goo.

Of course, they knew she'd be back tomorrow. So.

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Quick author's note, and a question.

Note: If you like this kind of story, which I hope you do after 32 chapters, I urge you to check out my Wattpad story that is basically a spin-off of this, but with original characters. It's called "50 Ways To Kill Your Boss" and my Wattpad name is "Sneth Meyers". Also there I can reply to comments so that's nice. It's got just as much absurdity but also some character depth and consistency, and finally some gay characters that won't get killed off. And a plotline. Sorta. I follow back on Wattpad!

Question: Do the different colored heart emojis mean different things? Or are they all just normal hearts? Asking for a me.