You were apart of catching predators with Art and Ashton. Elizabeth was the decoy as always, and Omma was in Egg as Art was in a bunny suit.

The Predator is Gregg, 44, a crack head, loves meth clearly, and obviously loves kids. He thought Elizabeth was a 14 year old and he wanted to bring her the meth and crack. While he was sending her in appropriate text and pics.

He sent a dick pic before even texting first, he was saying how he wanted to lick her ass, asked her if she was willing to piss in his mouth, talking about making porn together, he sent a video of him fucking an old Aisan woman.

Art had the bunny suit on with a small basket of plastic balls, Omma was in the egg costume and he help started setting up cameras because Gregg was coming soon.

KEY WORD: Merry Christmas.

Around 10 minutes later Gregg came, Art was next to the fridge hiding, Ashton, omma, you and the camera guys in another room listening.

Elizabeth got Gregg in and they talked for a minute or so, and she convinced him to take the drugs out.

Gregg: “Are you sure no one is coming?”

Elizabeth nodded as she spoke.

Elizabeth: “Yeah, i locked all the doors.”

He nodded ans got it out.

Elizabeth: “So how do you do it?”

Gregg: “You can either Snort or smoke it. When you snort it, it takes a little longer to kick it in, but its a more mellow high and it last longer. And the smoking is kinda like crack, its quicker, its faster, its stronger, but it doesnt last as long and youll be craving it.”

Elizabeth than spoke up after him acting surprised.

Elizabeth: “Oh gosh.”

Gregg nodded than spoke to her again.

Gregg: “So I recommended snorting it.”

Elizabeth: “Okay.”

than she stood up as she spoke up.

Elizabeth: “Im gonna use the bathroom real quick, Merry Christmas!”

Than Art came from the kitchen, Ashton, Omma, you and the Camera men speed walked out the room.

Art hopping around with that fucking basket throwing plastic balls to his face.

Art: “Russian rabbit, Russian rabbit, Ruussian rabit. And balls for you and balls for you.”

He threw some balls at Gregg as Gregg got up and tried to leave but it was locked as Art put the basket in his head getting balls all over his head.

Art: “Where are you going, predator.”

Gregg kept saying.

Gregg: “Open the door, open the door, open the door!”

He finally got it unlocked and tan out of the house getting the basket off his head making more balls fell while Art and the others started chasing him.

Omma: “You dropped your balls, dickhead!”

They kept chasing him as they went down the street.

Omma: “Oh She looks so much hotter than the picture.”

Omma spoke mocking Gregg.

You had called the cops earlier so they were already on their way.

Im to lazy to do the rest honestly.