As I was sitting in a coffeehouse reading a newspaper, I was shocked at the news that was printed on the newspaper.  NO CHARGES TO BE FILED IN STUDENT/TEACHER SEX SCANDAL.  I already knew the verdict since I was secretly in the court but it still shocked me.  I made sure the best prosecutor in the state was on this case, I thought I blackmailed the judge to make sure her gay ass would stay in jail, waiting for Big Butch Bertha to have her way with her.  I thought I paid off the jury to make sure it is guilty.  Well I got the judge and all of the juries’ information so I and my crew will pay them a final visit. 

As well, I was figuring if my hunch was right, Annabelle will be going back to Simone’s beach house as soon as she hears the news.  So I was planning to take them on the same day she returns, unfortunately an emergency situation occurred at the hideout so I had to wait until the next day.

Back at Simone’s beach house the next morning after they reunited.  They were lying in the bed talking about stupid dyke shit.

“I though for a while Big Bertha was going to take you away from me.”  Annabelle said.  They both laughed at the joke.

“Even if I was sent to prison my heart will still belong to you.”  Simone said as she was tenderly stroking Annabelle’s cheek.  It made her blush a little.

“Well it’s the past, now we have today and the future to be together.”  Annabelle said as she gently kissed Simone’s hand.  Then Annabelle pulled Simone’s head close to her and then started to kiss her.  They kept their embrace for a while, which was fine for me because I was able to break into Simone’s house without any problems.  As I was approaching the bedroom I had my Desert Eagle ready.

Then as soon as I got to the door, I kicked it open.

“It’s time for me to straighten you two tongue-twisters out!”

Simone screamed and I quickly pistol-whipped that bitch.  Annabelle tried to get out of the bed and run away but I quickly grab her and slammed her to the wall face first.  Then I turned her around and was ready to punch that shit out of the dyke when she said something.

“Oh shit, it’s you!”  Annabelle said with freight.

“Damn right it’s me, you predatory pussy-eating dyke!”

So I grabbed her and smashed her face in every window in the house.  Her face was bloody but I could care less.  While I was fucking up Annabelle I saw Simone getting back in conscious.  So I quickly got the cross, the same one she probably used to masturbate with, and smacked her with it.

“Hail Mary, SMACK!”

Then I found every idol sculpture that all Catholics have in their house and smashed it on her head.  I smashed St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Mary, St. Nick, hell I even smashed a 40 oz. bottle of St. Ides and a DVD of St. Elsewhere on her head.

I wasn’t done with them yet, for it was time to pull out The Solution.  It’s a modified cricket bat with a titanium core in the centre, useful for fucking up predatory lezbos and pedophile lebzos.  I got it from my trip to England (This Bloody Island Part 1: From England to Espana).  It was time to straighten out these rug munchers, first with Simone.

“This is for being stupid, CRACK!”

“And this is for being a pedophile dyke, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!”

Next up was Annabelle.

“This is for being a spoiled brat, CRACK!”

“And this is for being a predatory dyke, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!”

Now I had them in the living room tied up with barbed wires.  I poured gasoline on them and then I lit the match and threw it on them.  In about a few minutes the house was burning.  Just another day in office, taking care of those people the way they should be taken care of.

I wasn’t far away, eating a roasted marshmallow (gelatin-free) while watching the house go ablaze.

“Burn baby burn.”

THE END