*walks into the room*

Lets get this party started with sooooooooome fiddle.

*fiddle owned by boy with emo hair in middle of room explodes*

THE DEVIL MUST BE IN THIS FIDDLE!

warning, due to creative recreation the rest of this story will happen in musical format

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"The devil's in the fiddle and things are not ok he's telling me that you should listen to what shes got to say shes gunna make jabez pay"

"what?"

"Foreshadowiiiiiiing"

*door flies in*

"Scrach, you devioud luchadour, (SP?) what do you want scrach?"

"hey jabez I'm here to say that your time one this earth is fading away you sold me your soul 10 years ago and now I'm ere to say that your fates in my hands and your going to hell and now I'm heeeerreeee. To take
your soul"



Can be bothered to type the rest.

 

I just saw party.



Can I be DJ?

 

...


Sure :D