Official Report

Setting: Crowded bumping party. Like hella bro's and babes and stuff.

Upon returning from fetching something from his house, Trevor witnesses a great injustice as he reenters the smoke filled living room. As though led by a string, he quickly moves towards his case of beer sitting on the counter. Just as all of Trevor's wants and needs are to be satiated by the last cold beer in the case, shit goes crazy. A large male figure quickly makes his presence known by declaring his treasonous nature in the form of stealing Trevor's last beer. Fortunately, Trevor is a reasonable man. Trevor presumes he must have made an honest mistake, thinking Trevor's case of beer was his case of beer. Happens all the time. Trevor kindly asks the large 20 something male for his beer back. Expecting him to oblige, Trevor cracks a smile. However, things don't go according to plan. The gentleman bluntly refuses to return the beer, saying something like "Finder's keeper's, Bitch!" Trevor is taken aback. Luckily, our protagonist isn't a quitter. As any man with a quick wit would, Trevor quickly arms himself with a large black aluminum bottle of mace. Trevor decides that this party was dead well before this moment, and, unfortunately, everyone will be forced to suffer due to someone's mean gesture.

After a brief moment of thought, Trevor makes it rain. Like Zeus throwing lightning bolts, Trevor lets loose a pain that would tear the heavens from the sky. Trevor let's everyone in the kitchen know someone had wronged him. Someone, Anyone, would pay in the form of swollen eyes and a runny nose. After the ruckus had been settled, Trevor would flee on foot. Running from many an angry ho as though Trevor owed them anything.After the infamous "mace in yo' face" incident, long lingered the smell of fear and capsicum throughout the house.


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