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He got so lost he forgot to say anything. By now Leo came back over, nudging Donnie aside. He popped open the wallet and showed the picture in the front, the group photo. “Answer the question. Who are you and why do you have these?” The turtle curled his lip, showing his teeth. Okay, right, everyone in this room presently thought Casey was a threat. “Look, I promise it’s nothing bad.” He then cringed at his choice of words. “Okay, it’s kind of bad, but I’m not! I have all this stuff because it was given to me just not… yet.” Ugh, okay, this sounded even worse. He could see the confusion on their faces. Start over. “My name is Casey Jones, and I’m from the future.”
"I am NOT a monster!" He screamed, eyes bright orange, flames leaking from his teeth. His chest bright orange past the shadow of ribs. Veins seemed to burn under his skin as he panted heavily. "I am perfection. Not a monster."
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, flustered, lack lustered Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls That this ain't some bullshit People don't usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place None of these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let it be known that from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″
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