pan to kevin and deno, in kevin's corvette,headed towards mexico."so tell me again, what was the original plan?" deno asked,"the plan was gather players from everywhere, make them happy by paying the first tournament, then slowly start holding back money,and eventually,keep all the money go to mexico and elope with eachother" what do you mean eachother?" well,deno, your--your--math, the way you keep track of round robin tournaments, it gets me well, hot. "kevin,my god" "deno, will you marry me,and go on tour promoting things that don't really exist?" "kevin, i never in a million---deno's voice trailed off with a curious wonder regarding kevins "lower member" the night took on a romantic alure while they stoped at a fancy steak house in san diego. the rest as they say, is history,cut to the future,2014,kevin and deno are life partners now,and they are enjoying eachothers company,"hey, deno,look at this, i think i found a cure for the common cold" "your kidding deno jumped to his feet with excitment,how -what? "it's simple, if you stop breathing for 7 minuetes,you automatically will have no more symptoms."you mean no more heartbeat,you die right?"well, yeah, but still, i could print no more cold,can't i? "that's why i love you kev, your always one step ahead"
of the police,thought the fly on the wall.
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