Mike Epps entered the Tattoo Parlor of Miami. "'Sup dude! What'ya want?" The tattoo guy greeted. "Hey, I'd like a skull with cross bones." Mike pulled out a cigarette. "Sure," tattoo guy said. Mike lay on the chair. Tattoo guy (apparently named Rich) grabbed the tattoo gun. "Alright, where'd ya want it?" Rich asked. "Right here." Mike said, pointing to his right cheek. "Okay." Rich agreed and got to work. After he got the tattoo, Mike got a rash on his right cheek. Every time he scratched it, skin peeled off. But he paid little attention to the rash. One day, he just couldn't take the itch anymore. He stared at his bathroom mirror and scratched. And scratched. And scratched. Until finally, blood covered his nails and his right cheek was gone. But by then, Mike was dead. His soul now scratches people's right cheeks if they get tattoos there.
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