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Skittlez 'smoking' 'blunts' and 'noscoping' and 'headshotting' to get ready for their final 'major league event'. This will be it. Skittlez was sure. She wont have performance anxiety this time. Like back in the good old days, when Caprisun- yes that company went bankrupt- was holding a dank event and Skittlez nearly peed herself in fear. But Skittlez realized not too long ago. Her homies give her the strength and courage to survive.

"Better smoke these blunts harder, if I am going to want to git gud enough to be Bonjwa again."

Sirens are heard. 'Tactical nuke incoming!' is heard. Oh no, not Them. She grabs her childrens drawing, and wonders what word or phrase they patented this time that she accidentally thought or said. No! Theres no time for that!

"Skittlez!! You have to go now to make it in time!"

"Pass me the bong!" He tosses it to her, she flies the bong at Gotta Go Fast speeds over her rivals. She drops the bass, and they explode to bits, and it creates an entrance and she embarks on her final journey.

"I believe in you, Skittlez!" She sheds a tear. They won't be seeing each other again.