Year: 2009 Month: June

”Michael Jackson has died.” ”Jacko is dead!” ”The american songwriter has passed away from a dose of propofol poisoning!”

You thought, “No, I am not letting this man die! NO, NO! NO!”, you run downstairs of the apartment where Michael lives. You barge into his room, all you can smell the scent of his corpse, but you didn’t let the smell hinder you. You took all day to revive Michael and it somehow worked. Michael slowly wakes up.

“….Who are you?” Michael asks groggily.