Oh no they didn’t!! They just destroyed one of my cars, and it was a Bentley!! I, Grozen Hurmondez, paid $300,000 for that thang!! I have won over 8 lotteries, and now I am a multimillionare. That was one of the first cars I bought with that money!! I go to get my materials, and stuff them in a bag. 6 gold Uzis, M-16, AK-47, knife, and the glock. I also bring a ton of clips. I love guns. I treat them as if they were my children. I hop into my custom Aston Martin, play some Chief Keef, and run after the bikers that beat my car up. They are called Satan’s Pitchforks. They are known for killing a lot of innocent people, but I ain’t scared. All 10 of them park. I stop the car, and put my the Uzi out the window. ¨Please don’t…. we don’t need to do it like this..¨, one goes. I just start firing at those jerks. That’s 10 bloody bodies. Now, there are more to go. If one guy does this, the entire Satan’s Pitchforks orginazation must suffer. I find the headquarters. They live and work here. There’s this dude on the phone in the hallway. The silencer on the glock will solve that problem. I put 35 holes in his head, and kept walking down the hallway. Now my trigger finger is tired. I see 2 bottes of Grey Goose, and take them both to the brain. I then start walking, looking for the culprits. I hear ¨Freeze!!!!!¨ There are about 27 AKs and glocks aimed at me. Aimed at me. I don’t care if I die. This whole orginazation will learn today. If I die, so be it. I get hit with a baseball bat. I know I have been knocked out.
I start having a dream. This orange ghost talked to me. He told me not to give up, and that I could do this. He told me that it will all turn out good in the end. That inspired me so much. But then, I later woke up. After that, I pull out the M-16 strapped to back. I start shooting like crazy, while everyone shoots at me. I see blood covering the room. I see people choking on bullets. I see brains eveywhere, walls covered in pink and red. Part of this is due to the bikers accidentally shooting each other. Wow, I am happy to still be alive. To kill, dodge, and duck at the same time is an honorable skill. Obama should reward me for this. I put the M-16 on my back, and grab a shotgun I see on the floor. I start walking carefuly. I see a dude with a bat. He starts running at me. I aim the shotgun. Now, his brains are spilling all over his beard. I look around me, and see 6 guys with machettes. I start shooting at everyone!! I’m shooting crotches, blowing off arms and legs, and shooting off heads. It looks like a pool of ketchup now that I’m done. I see 11 more of Satan’s Pitchforks running. They shoot at me. I feel the bullets flying right next to me. Wow, I really almost died. I chase those punks. My pants sagging so low I can barely run. That’s why I need guns, that way I won’t need to run. The Satan’s Pitchforks get on their motorcycles.
I hop in the Aston Martin, and load my uzi. I chase them. I start shooting until they park. They run into Walmart. I don’t care, I’ll just drive into the store. Stupid cowards think they gon’ get away. NO!! I just keep driving, start shooting at them. I see innocent people running, and property being damaged. Some people get hit and shot by accident, but I don’t care. I will kill any stranger, innocent or not, for revenge without guilt or sympathy. If they die, they die. Who cares? The security gaurds do, cause’ now they try to get me. I see them running towards my car with tazers in their hands. I am not scared, so I just back up, and pull a drive by on em’. That’s 8 security gaurds bodied!! Sleeping in their own blood. Thought they was gon’ kick me out, and live. Haha. The bikers are still running. So I just run 5 of them over. I also ran a lot of shoppers over as well. Not my fault. They should have moved out the way. Be aware of your surroundings, jeeezz!! If they die, that’s on them. Not me. Back to the bikers. I then back up on those bikers, pull that strap out, and turn them to’ maccoroni. Now I know they dead fo’ rizzeal. Ha!!
I see one of the employees jump in front of my car. He looks like a loyal employee, and his name-tag say Billy. He says ¨Stop Right Now!! I’ll call the cops if you don’t!!¨ Where’s my knife at? Oh, there it is. I walk out, and jump on the dude. I think about castration, slicing, and slow torture as I stare at his scared little face.. Stabbing time!! I start poking the face, the shoulders, back, arms, chest, everything. The floor is turning red, and so are his clothes. Billy’s screams hurt my ears. And he was wrong for what he did. Here I am getting revenge, and he dares to stop me. AND threaten me! Ugh!! I really don’t want to kill him. I just want to make him suffer. I now decide to cut off his nose for being annoying. That time, his screams were funny. He was like ¨I can’t smell!! I have no nose. I look like Pactrick Star!!¨ Then he gave a high pitched scream, like some sissy. Haha!
3 employees try to save their co-worker by jumping on me. They started punching me, chocking me, and kicking me. Then, I get hit in the face with a wine bottle. The wine is all on my Versace shirt. Never mess with my versace. I get up, and punch one of them in the throat. I karate kick the other 2. Now that they are down, I go to find a sledgehammer. Yay, I found one! I go back to the fight. I still hear Billy screaming in pain. That’s really getting annoying. Just because you got cut and stabbed doesn’t give you the right to annoy me. To give me a headache! But, my focus is on those jerks who jumped me. I swing the sledgehammer on all them. I swing on their heads, arms, throats, and legs. Now they are down. But the suffering must continue. I hit them with it so hard, and so repeaetedly. The anger is real. It motivates. Now, the sledgehammer is broken. I finally see the store owner running towards me. I just hit him with the RKO. Then, I pick him up for the Additude Adjustment. I’m glad the WWE taught me these moves every Monday and Friday.
I am now tired. My arms are stressed. My Air Yeezies, and my Gucci pants, are dirty. I take a rest. Then, I steal find some 5-hour-enenrgies. I drink 28 of them. I now don’t feel tired. I feel great, pumped up. I start walking, and I see the Pithforks. They all start shooting at me. I duck, and go back to my car. I grab out my diamond-crusted AK-47. YEEEAAAHHH BOOYYYEEE!!!! I run towars those Pitchforks. I start shooting. I kill 5 of them, but I also let one live. He is Ruorge Gobbles, the owner of this Satan’s Pitchforks chapter. I wanted go one-on-one with him. In a brawl. So he punched me. I then stab his crotch with my knife. He really starts screaming. I then slash his leg, and he falls down. He thows a rock at my face, and it hits me!! Ouch!! I could feel the little bruise starting to be made. He gets up, and chases me. I really should have pulled my pants up. Can’t sag during fights no more. He jumps on me, and starts punching me. Starts headbutting me. Even with all that blood leaking out of his crotch, Ruorge still attempts to kill me. He now punches me 6 times, and then he bit my arm. Just jammed his teeth into my flesh. I then stab him in the cheek. I get up, and start stomping his face. I then look around for an axe, and find one, I take it out of it’s package, and start beating Ruorge with it. In the head and back repeatedly. Now, he is dead! Mission Accomplished. In the name of my Bentley. I now take out my pistol, and kill every walmart employee I fought. Except for Billy. I’ll let him suffer.
All of a sudden, 17 cop cars come rushing through the walmart. Now, I am arrested. I ended up having to pay an $8 fine for disorderly conduct. I am so glad that is all I got. The cops understood why I did what I did. That is why I wasn’t charged with murder. Grozen’s message to kids is that revenge is the best thing ever. Never let anything, or anyone, get in the way of your revenge. You can do it. No matter what. Violence and killing are cool. I really hope my story inspires a young child.