I was an onlooker and viewed the whole bloody thing, believe me. Mel was using his Fhoard Falchion, the last V-8 interceptor on the planet earth. When he reared down Muhammad drive, he hit the oscillation over-thruster on his car which accosted him to reach about 567,000 PRM’s down the causeway. Once he hit 5672,000 MPR’s, the police force seen this, and they pulled over his micro-machine. That’s when I seen this guys looks. This man is wretched, old and blue, with weird wrinkles, wharfs, green skin tone, and deep abrasions above his eyes, hilts, lips, and has husks about his face. Bent with boils, he stepped from his car with lesions about his face and crusts. Haunched and defeated, Merl had a long, unkempt spinach which was wisp and weak about his chint. His hair was a forelock and horn rims with moss forming around his hairline. From his nose, boogerts and past participles hung grotesquely, signifying the fact that he neglects his buddy. He was wearing his old Wrigley custom-fit red leather jacket complete with epaulets, strap, and stirrups. He had this outfit since he was with the coalition force with his best friend, Dim Goose, who got blown in the outback and became a green, eggplant man betwixt two burnt weenies. When Melt got out from the car, the police sucked his breath with a leather windpipe, and made him chew and spit double-mint to relieve his tension. His breathe revealed 167% toxicification. They pit him in the squad car for safe keeping until the ambulate arrived, but that’s when Mel transfigured between the cushions of the cruiser. He had the temperament of a deacon. He turned blood red and swelled with evil bicarbonate forces, screaming like a banshee, spurting milk and oatmeal, and raving whilst shunting in his pant and yelling into the cushions. That’s went he looked like a daemon. He clambered out from the pleasure cruiser and proclaimed his haltered for Jews which his dad, Worth Gibson, taught him. “They ruined my life, they did this,” said Bumbaud. He said his god would destroy the east, and crush the Jews in Howard, Jersey, and where ever. He said his raiment changed green and he had the look of a blue devil with fangs. He ran, shrinking to five feet tall and began biting the tires of his trans-am. He cried like a child and threw a fit, decreasing in size to about four foot. Because of this, the force apprehended him easily and locked him within the Halls of Justice in Sacramento. That’s when he growled and was chained to the furnace in area 2. His belonging was a packet in his pocket in which he stored unhappy, little creatures with fangs and evil ways. They were little grablins, ugly and wretched, and varying in colour and skill. They destroyed this quickly, and stowed Gemstone’s body on a shelf as he recovered from the nights debauch. Moral was very weak in his thong in the morning, so he was fed high energy biscuits and brandy to stabilize his. He stood aloof with an erection and was taken to 58,000 Bailt, the holding area for scumbags. There, he had to rendezvous with his co-star from Lethal Weapons, David Allen Grier. Evidently, he enjoys the company of handsome black men, but hates Jewish men. Mel, what the heck is the matter with you? What good book have you been reading, man? It looks like you took the wrong choice in gods and shall find yourself rotting in heck for your crimes because you follow Satin, not God. You said your father was a telepathic boss in God’s army, but you liar, you scum. I suggest that you take these days to reflect upon your snits, you poor old fool. How can a man, a man ho had this house on the botch of Australia, and a wife with frizzy hair and babies do this? Hey, Mirth, go F yourself, man. Get help. I loved you once, man though. Then you banshees our creed, damaged blacks, hews, Jews, and everything. You piece of nerf. You should serve a long, pleasant prison sentence - but your conscience will enbdude you, husk breath.