My 3rd story in my series of fanfiction.
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Well that’s what I would do if I got accepted into combat school, get royally plastered
Vanoss: *looks at nogla* MARK MY WORDS
*a gun drops with the words "'Mark' You say?" Above it*
I was so waiting for him to say "as long as you don't try to stab me again"
I also can't believe that I brought my bike to the top of this building
*demonic voice* don't play with fire unless you want to get burned
Same way I can down half a bottle of water without taking a single gulp of air