It was a completely normal day for the 141 unit, except that the pick me girl, Tiffany, always had to start drama, recently she had been getting really jealous of your smooth and soft skin, which enraged her to the core.

“Better hide that baby oil.” She said to you whit a smug smile when you walked past her and retorted.

“You better hide that big ass forehead.”

Soap choked on his drink and spat it out, Price stared whit his mouth agape, Ghost hid a smile and Gaz was dying on the ground.