(It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the kids are playing and positivity is in the air. Unfortunately, all of that is about to change.)

???: Yo Charlie, throw the football.

Charlie: Ok. You better start running because this is going to be a long one.

((CHARLIE’S BIO)) {Full Name: Charlie Breao/ Age: 20/ Nationality: American/ Race: African-American/ Height: 5"7"/ Hair: Short and black/ Hobby: Being with friends/ Favorite Dish: Spaghetti/ Hates: Nothing/ Fear: Big spiders}

(Charlie threw the football over the dudes’ head and it went into the bushes.)

???: Crap man…you threw it over my head you cock-strong crack head.

Charlie: Funny. Shut up and get the ball.

(The dude went to the bushes and got the ball, but he thought he seen something move in the bushes.)

???: What’s that?

Charlie: Yo, what’s taking so long?

???: I thought I saw something. I guess it was nothing.

Charlie: Frank…

Frank: Yeah?

((FRANK’S BIO)) {Full Name: Frank Snort/ Age: 20/ Nationality: American/ Race: Caucasian/ Height: 5"8"/ Hair: Short and blond/ Hobby: Messing with people/ Favorite Dish: Pizza/ Hates: Non-pizza lovers/ Fear: Dying without a clean conscious}

Charlie: What did it look like?

Frank: I really don’t know.

Charlie: Just throw the ball.

(Frank threw the ball to Charlie.)

Charlie: Nice throw.

Frank: It better be. I am the nicest out of the two of us after all.

Charlie: Sure, whatever you say.

(Charlie threw the ball at Frank, but once again it went over Frank’s head and into the bushes.)

Frank: Did you really just do that again?

Charlie: Since you’re the nicest, it would be nice of you to get the football out of the bushes.

Frank: Don’t try to tell jokes. It doesn’t work for you.

Charlie: But it was funny.

Frank: No it wasn’t.

Charlie: You’re just jealous because I have skills.

Frank: Yeah…bad skills. Now that was funny.

Charlie: No it wasn’t because I’m freaking awesome and tight.

Frank: Whatever.

(Frank went to go get the football out of the bushes.)

Frank: Stupid football…where are you?

(Frank then saw something move in the bushes.)

Frank: What the…

(That’s when a squirrel ran out of the bushes which scared Frank and then ran up a tree.)

Frank: Oh shit!

Charlie: Ha ha ha ha ha. What’s wrong? Scared of a little squirrel?

Frank: Shut up! I wasn’t scared…it just startled me.

Charlie: Whatever. Just get the football.

Frank: I’m getting it.

(Frank grabbed the football from out of the bushes.)

Frank: Get ready…here it comes.

(Frank drilled the ball at Charlie. Charlie caught the ball.)

Charlie: Why you drill the ball?

Frank: My fault. I didn’t know you needed a reason to throw a ball at someone who’s trying to catch it.

Charlie: Now you’re getting smart with me.

Frank: Yeah, so what? What are you going to do about it?

Charlie: I’m going to drill the ball at your head.

Frank: Bring it on.

(Charlie was getting ready to throw the football, but then he saw someone staggering from out of the bushes.)

Charlie: Who’s that?

Frank: Who’s what?

(Frank then looked behind himself to see who it was.)

Frank: I don’t know. I never seen him before.

(Charlie then yelled at that person.)

Charlie: Excuse me sir, but are you ok?

(That’s when the man looked over at them and then he fell to the ground.)

Charlie: Crap! I think he’s hurt. We have to help him.

(Charlie and Frank ran over to the man.)

Frank: Sir, are you ok?

Man: H…Help…me…please.

(The man died.)

Frank: Hey…hey, wake up. Wake up.

Charlie: Why are you shaking him?

Frank: To wake him up.

Charlie: I think he’s dead.

Frank: He’s not dead.

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(That’s when Frank slapped the man.)

Frank: Wake up.

Charlie: What are you doing?

Frank: I’m waking him up.

(Frank slapped him again.)

Charlie: Frank, you can’t slap him back to life.

Frank: Oh yeah, just watch me.

(Frank slapped the man again.)

Charlie: Really dude?

Frank: Yep.

(That’s when the man started moving.)

Charlie: Are you serious?

Frank: Nope. I told you it would work.

Charlie: Interesting. Anyway, I think we should call the hospital.

Frank: No shit.

Charlie: Shut up.

(That’s when Charlie was going through his pockets to get his phone.)

Charlie: Ummm, I have bad news.

Frank: Don’t tell me you forgot your phone.

Charlie: I sort of did.

Frank: OMG man. You’re useless.

Charlie: I forgot it in my house. I’m sorry.

Frank: I guess I have to use my phone.

(Frank started looking through his pockets for his phone.)

Frank: (I swore I had it.)

Charlie: Where’s your phone, Frank?

Frank: I think I left it on your couch.

Charlie: Oh really? Way to go, Frank. You’re going to talk about me not having my phone, but you don’t even have your phone on you.

Frank: Look, now is not the time to argue.

Charlie: oh, ok. So now is not the time to talk about people forgetting about their phones?

Frank: Dude, just shut up and help me help him.

Charlie: We’ll finish this later.

(Charlie went to go help Frank carry the man, but the man grabbed Frank by the shoulders and bit his neck.)

Frank: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Charlie: Oh shit!

(Frank then pushed the man off of him and they both backed away from the man, but Frank tripped and fell to the ground. That’s when the man got up and started walking slowly towards Charlie and Frank.)

Charlie: Stay away from us you damn dirty human like thingy. (That was horrible.)

(Charlie Picked up the football from off the ground and threw it at the man’s head. The man’s head exploded and his body fell to the ground.)

Charlie: What in the world? How the hell did that happen?

Frank: Charlie, help me.

Charlie: oh crap! I’m coming, Frank.

(Charlie then ran over to where Frank was at. Frank was still lying on the ground.)

Charlie: Frank, speak to me buddy.

Frank: Cough. Charlie, I…don’t think I’m going to make it. My neck is bleeding and I can’t see straight.

Charlie: Come on, man. Stay with me.

Frank: Charlie, before I die, I need to tell you something. It’s important. I need to get it off my chest.

Charlie: What is it buddy?

Frank: First, I slept with your girlfriend last night.

Charlie: You got to be kidding me. How could you do this to me?

Frank: The opportunity was right in front of my face. What was I supposed to do?

Charlie: Walk away from it.

Frank: Why would I walk away from a hot, sexy brunette who was willing to give it up so easily?

Charlie: Because she’s my girlfriend and we’re supposed to be “Boyz.”

Frank: You see, there’s your problem right there. No wonder you’re still a virgin.

Charlie: Hey, leave my virginity out of this.

Frank: Anyway, on to the next subject. Secondly, I beat your sister with a brick.

Charlie: You beat my sister with a brick?

Frank: Yeah.

Charlie: What the fuck?! Who the hell gave you permission to touch my sister?

Frank: She did.

Charlie: When?

Frank: Last night.

Charlie: Last night? You said you had sex with my girlfriend last night.

Frank: I also had sex with your sister last night too.

Charlie: OMFG!

Frank: I know dude. When she told me to beat her with a brick, I started to wonder about her. But the sex was hella crazy.

Charlie: Why the fuck did you have sex with my girlfriend and my sister last night?

Frank: Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? The opportunity was right there in my face. There was no way I could pass that chance up.

Charlie: You better be lucky you’re dying right now because I would’ve killed you already.

Frank: I have one more thing to tell you before I pass away, Charlie.

Charlie: You better make this quick.

Frank: Ok. Last night, I killed your mom with my dick.

Charlie: W…W…What? What did you just say?

Frank: Ummmm, I killed your mom with my dick.

(That’s when Charlie started crying.)

Frank: I think I hit it from the back too hard, but yeah, she’s dead.

Charlie: What the hell is wrong with you?

Frank: No. The better question is what the hell is wrong with your family?

Charlie: You stupid son of a bitch. I’ll kill you.

Frank: I thought your family were supposed to be saints. You got screwed over. Big time.

Charlie: How could you, Frank? How could you?

Frank: Dude, it’s all about the opportunity. Opportunity! Opportunity! Opportunity!

It’s all about the…

(Frank died from losing to much blood.)

Charlie: I can’t believe he told me all of that.

(Charlie wiped the tears off his face.)

Charlie: I have to find out if all of this is true. But more importantly, who was that guy who did this to Frank?

(Charlie put Frank on his shoulders and started carrying him.)

Charlie: You’re heavier than you look. You need to lose some weight. Oh wait, you’re dead. Hahahahahaha. (That wasn’t funny.) Fuck!

(Charlie started walking home.)

Charlie: It’s going to take a while to get home from here. Especially, since I have you on my back.

(Meanwhile…)

(Someone opened a door and walked into an office.)

???: Sir, here are the files and papers you asked for.

???: Thank you, Kindra.

(The man looked at the paper work.)

???: Yes. Phase one of my master plan is complete. On to phase two.