...AND RGT LOGOS WERE TAGGED ON THE SUBWAY n ABANDONED BUILDING WALLS FOR THE NEXT FEW RICH n SO ALL RGT POSTERS BECAME RICHER THAN A STRIPED HAMBURGLAR/COOKIE-CRISP THIEVERUUNI WITH BAGS WITH A '$' SIGN ON THEM n GOLD SUITCASES FULL OF ART LINKLETTER STAX OF MONOPOLY PAYOLA.
WE ALL MOVED INTO A 31-STORY HIGH-RISE IN BEEZLEFUCK, NY WITH OUR OWN WI-FI's THAT COME FROM A BAZOOKA-SHAPED ROUTER TAPED TO GOD's BALLS. IT'S AWESOME HOW WE ALL LIVE IN THE SAME SKYHIGH BUILDING. BUT EVERYONE SEEMS TO CHAT REMOTELY JUST THE SAME AS ALWAYS THOUGH WITH NO FACE-TO-FACE TIME WITH NO ONE LEAVIN THEIR STUDIO BALCONY SUITES EXCEPT PRNZO WHO'S NEVER HOME, THAT... FUCKWAD. UNTIL ONE DAY THE POWER WENT OFF n EVERYONE SOCIALIZED IN PERSON OUTSIDE. LOTS OF SUBSEQUENT EVENTS LED TO ANOTHER THAT NIGHT AND... EVERYONE ENDED IN A DIRTY JAILCELL WITH ONE OVERFLOWING TOILET THAT MADE SO MUCH NOISE IT WAS HARD TO TALK OVER.
WITHIN SOME BORING-ASS HOURS DURATION EVERYONE WAS FREE TO GO HOME - EXCEPT ANTI123 FOR REASONS THAT ARE STILL UNCLEAR n UNIMPORTANT. EVERYONE HUNG OUT FROM THAT POINT IN THEIR LUXURIOUS HIGH-RISE TILL PRNZO's BASEMENT METH-LAB GOT OUTTA HAND n BLEW THE FOUNDATION MAKIN THE LONGITUDINAL HIGH-RISE to FALL LIKE ze EIFFEL TOWER WENT JENGA-FAIL n SINCE MEGAMAN WAS DRAMATICALLY STANDING ON THE ROOF GETTIN RDY FOR A HOPELESSLY UNFUNDED MISSION n HURT HIS LEG, SO THE SNES MEGA MAM FUTEBOL TOURNEY WAS A NIXXO NO-Go MOFO adv-of-LOLO SO,SO - F-U PRNZO-ROBO u BOZO. while RockMan laid there hurt Fake~kun came up n kicked him perpendicularly square in the Pah-t00t for a bonus owwie.
...TO BE (DIS)CONTINUED!!!