Week 7: zygote (4-2) vs. Vividlyvague (4-1) \\ zygote wins 6-0

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Posters didn't cut it. I copied dance numbers and adlibs he made in public.
They loved his rugged chin. His superhero jawline, easy eyes and shuffle schtick.
He was an icon dubbed the "lovable wonder" then. He was mine.
I stalked him since nine. No entourage. No motorcade lines.
Just him.
I slashed the tires. Almost cut the fucking brake lines.
That was close. Backseat for the great suprise...
Chloroform rag, check, duct tape and supplies,
Check. I hope I don't fuck up. I can't take a bad break this time.
He enters the car. I explode out, "Hey, Sir! If you would so kindly taste this fine
Flavored rag, I'd appreciate it!" He fumbled and fought, but all was futile.
The grin on my face was bright! "Now we can watch my surveillance together!
You on the beach, you on a model piece, you on... maybe me?"
No response. Figures. But no matter, for I had this down to a letter!
I'll wake you and make you fall for your biggest fan! What could be better?
I dragged his hefty dead weight to my trunk and respectfully tethered
The trunk lid shut with bungees. It wouldn't open NO MATTER THE WEATHER!
This was great.
So on the ride home I talked up a storm. I told him my entire childhood
And all the grisly details between. Me being an orphan, and the fact I was denied books.
I imagine he would have been very sympathetic. Then, "Look!
There's a light above us! Is it GOD?" Still no response from the trunk.
Paranoid as all fuck, I swerved of the cliffside and surfed down the bluff.
We hit the bottom after fifty flips at least! I was stuck in mangled metal glass and stuff.
I managed to get out my Cadillac to ask to borrow a couple of bucks...
You know, for the car I singlehandedly fucked up? Well one thing til this day just hadn't stuck...

The most important person in my life had disappeared inexplicably.

I lost my beloved Elvis to those perverted alien fucks!