Jeff grown up now!
I saw him, Jeff the killer himself. He had grown up and somehow was still not dead of a infection or caught by the police. He hasn't had a bath in years, I mean when your on the run. You don't have time to care for yourself.
He still was wearing the same clothes he was when he was like 13 or some shit. He was covered in blood which was realistic because it was real. I was a intern at the time I met him so I was working at J.E.F.F tax company. J.E.F.F standing for (Jeep Employee Faraway Fortress) whatever the fuck that gibberish means. Anyway, Jeff was obviously unhealthy. His eyes seem to have dried up like leaves in autumn.
"Oh me geez, it's that unknown killed, the one with two eyes (or at least used to have two eyes) and a mouth" I said complaining about him.
Jeff fell over, and holds his mouth, where his wounds were. He chokes up blood and dies from a infection finally. How the hell did he not die yet from that infection, I do not know. All I know is that Jeff is totally dead. Or at least that's what I thought, but unfortunately Jeff didn't fully die and somebody resuscitated him. So I murdered the person who resuscitated him for not paying his taxes, even though I framed him and he did pay his taxes.
I confronted the slightly overweight (no bodyshaming of course even if it's a murderer) infected man who was Jeff the killer and yelled "YOU NEED HELP! You probably have like 30 infections for godsake. Just go to the hospital and go to jail" I yelled pleasing.
Jeff said "Go to sleep" and pulled out a gun and shot me in the chest. I collapsed in my own blood, and I then got shot again. Then I died, and I am writing this from the shitty budget afterlife because I couldn't afford actually good afterlife despite my work as murderer of non tax payers. The end
This shit was proudly presented by Lord Swagger The 10th, I am sorry for you
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