My Real Desire - (PT 4)

That's right, that mysterious woman fucking dragged me in a room.

Let's see what the hell she has to say.

Yeah, who the fuck are you?

Like literally, like I don't know who you are.

Oh, I saw more than the face. Just saying, girl.

New. Pop Idol, right? Did I guess it right?

Oh, smartass.

Yeah, yeah, you pissed her off now, man.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm not into pop culture, I don't give a shit.

pink hair, pale skin, pink eyes. I think I'd recognize you if I've seen you before.

wait hitman no hit woman M. Fattel

Okay, now you have me really intrigued though.

Who the fuck are you?

Alright, fair enough, I'm out.

Don't have to fucking tell me twice.

I was getting ready to eat before you dragged my ass in here.

I don't know your fucking name

Thank you! Thank you! Sorry about the mic.

Holy shit!

I've been hiding out for two fucking years, girl!

Okay, I'm more thinking in the assassin thing now.

Who'd you kill?

Crystal, okay. Yeah. She's using an alias. He's an assassin!

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