He tried checking his phone to see what time it was but to his avail THE GODDAMN LINE WAS COVERING THE TIME. Silently panicking and slowly dying inside, Stavaen flails around the house to see if there were any clocks around or anything that had numbers on it to tell the time. "Why aren't there any damn clocks in the house?!" Stavaen thought to himself. He rushes to Succulent asking to see if he can borrow his phone. No answer. He asks again but louder and more punctuated and explains he needs to know what time it is for his meeting with The Homie. Still no answer. Losing all his patiences he starts to dig through Succulent's pockets moving his limp body around. Feeling a lump in the right back pocket of his pants he snatches it and it's a half used cocoa butter Vaseline chapstick. Oh god. He shoves the chapstick back and apologizes profusely. Succulent does nothing but just gives out a few hard wheezes.
Stavaen rushes out of the house looking for B-Rollz. He sees B-Rollz trying to coerce some grade school kids into joining a Trap Haven and that's where all big rappers started from including him. He then proceeds to spit some bars on the tiny children about how swag it was working under The Homie. They kinda just cried and ran away since in the middle of B-Rollz rap he started getting a little violent and KO'd a child, the imprint of his rings outlined the poor child's forehead. Being the type of man to never leave evidence, he threw twenty bucks on the child he KO'd as hush money and ran away from the crime scene, not wanting to be charged again. Running into Stavaen
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Stavaens Bizzare Adventures
RandomDISCLAIMER: This is not a rip off of Jojos Bizzare Adventures Stavaen lives in Orlando Flawda with his family who owns a car insurance company. Once he bought a pair of Timbs off of Craigslist, he might as well have dug his own grave, as the Timbs...
