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Anyhoo...
The Meepits drove back to Jobos "house", and took all his cans of whoopass. They drove to their lair and gazed upon their earnings. One hundred thousand cans of nice, pure whoopass. Now all they needed was a nice pair of socks so play in. But who's socks, who's?

They decided to spy on a person with perfect socks, that person unfortunately was me. They watched everything I did, and knew everthing about me. They decided to get to me by a friend. Jorge to be specific, but they'd need a few cans of whoopass.


They cornered Jorge, then they popped open some cans of whoopass, then came the screams...