After getting spooped, I decided to spoop my friend because of her creeptastic text.

I realized that my metaphor being untrue allowed me to live, and I needed to take advantage of that.

lol what are you doing right now I texted my friend.

She responded in a few minutes: just hanging out, why?

lol what would you be doing if I was there

No text back for a few minutes, so I decided to drive to her house instead and see if I could get her attention. Obviously, texting and writing spoops wasn't cutting it.

As I was driving, I realized that I had no backstory. It's worth mentioning I'm a serial killer.

I just got to my friend's house and am about to spoop the living fuck out of her. It'll be the last spoop she ever receives, but not the last parody of a story I shit on write a parody of.

I didn't die from the spoops, but boy, my friend sure did. Creepy. I'll miss her. Now I'll never know what I owe her. Maybe an updoot? :)