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"Now Raiden, I know you that you know you're guilty. So why don't you spare us both the bullshit and plead guilty?"

"SOCRE" I told Gordon excitedly. I gave him a little peck on the cheeki breeki, and we went off to try our new game.

Once we arrived we went straight into our fun dungeon. The room was decked head to toe in pictures of Chef Ramsay. Some where professional, some were crayon drawings, some were candid, some had holes cut out of the mouth, all made me horny.

I tattooed them to my ass and set out on the most sexually electrifying journey anyone has ever went on on one of these stories.

I arrived 2 1/16ths of a fortnight later at the coordinates Gordon had given me. It was lonesome without my pillow, he was my other half, but I must soldier on, for Gordon, for Lamb Sauce, and for that sweet, sweet pusspuss I'm gonna get out of this. The house was modern, and big, the door had a "please come in" sign stuck to it. So I did as I was told and journeyed down the massive hallway. As I took a left I heard someone screaming from a room at the end of the hall.

I smirked, "My names Jinx, Raiden Jinx."

"Jake Paul nabbed Gordon?" Keem asked

pop pop smirked like his favorite anime character "yes, yes I do"

I could barely hear him over the sound of the engines.

And so we set off. On a hunt to find Gordons capturer.

As we pulled out of the In n' Out, we decided our next plan of attack.

Part 7: Jake Paul

Jake brandished a 9mm Glock and Wesson.

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"On second thought, maybe we should go through with this" Gordon said

Raiden will return....

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