Jane the Killer: Hyper British Nazi Edition: Difference between revisions

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Listen cunts, the only reason I'm going out of me way to tell any of you this is because the Jeff the Killer Fanbase is making me nan sore with anger.

My name is Jane Gruber and this is how I first fancied Jeff, the reason why I want to give him a proper rumble, and why I want to shag him.

 

 

I never really talked to Jeff when he moved in. In fact, I never talked to him until... that night. My first impression of Jeff was that he was a proper, pure Aryan chav. Probably got high marks, rarely got into fights, and maybe even a randy guy if he shagged with someone.

My parents had a strict "No bobbies" policy ever since me dad quit the bobbies after accidentally burning the eyes out of some kidney-eating, Yankee bloke named Jack with a wand. When we heard the sirens, we went into the garage, got into the car, and left. When my parents dropped me off at Primary School, they told me that they didn't want me talking to Jeff ever or they would beat me again. They wouldn't understand my feelings. I had art class first, so I didn't see Jeff until the end of school.

 

 

When I saw Jeff near the end of school, he seemed... mad. At first, I thought he was just faking the joy, so people wouldn't suspect him for the rumble that he did, but he really was fancying himself. The smile he wore looked goofy to me. It was the smile of a madman. The second that bell rang, I bolted out those doors as fast as I could. Nobody knew who Jeff really was... A randy, teaboo nutter.

The next day, I saw a bobby car in front of Jeff's house. "Looks like they got you, yank." I thought.

 

 

I was beginning to think that the Yankee mung framed his brother for the proper rumble. However, he came out of the house, pleading.

 

Now, I must fuck off. Me homeboys and I have some dust bins in Shaftesbury to knock over.  Maybe me homeboys and I can find some Algae Wafers to lure Jeff.