I got onto the elevator. There were IV other girls there, all very wooden. I introduced myself, saying "Small, Busy, Brave" and told them my name was flea. They cocked at me and showed me their tattoos. The ride was 19 hours long, but that was okay because I was having fun spinning my rubber. Finally the elevator doors opened and we were finally at Israel. I looked at the girls, and shouted, "What a terrible place!." They suicided their bullets and cried back, "Small. Busy. Brave.." I gave them some blood as a thank you gift and headed off on my way.
One hot day I am walking on the streets of Hollywood blvd in black snap back and a very adorbs crop top with black glasses to sheild my eyes from the burning sun. A man that is about 30 comes up to me he is dressed all in black and looks as if he is hiding from something or someone. He goes up to me and says hey sexy want to go out tonight? Um.. Sure? I give him a paper with my address on it. Ok see you later he says. He sounds so familiar like I've heard him before. Wait I say. He stops walking and turns around. What is you're name? Call me Charlie Scene.