"Be careful B!," shouted Mandy as Curry swung himself into the crisp, thin air of the night. As if it was all happening in slow motion, Curry flipped himself backwards as he had done so many times before.Trying to perform his patent-pending 'venti-explodo' orgasm maneuver, he was blinded for a split second by a reflection off the waning crescent that shined so bright just outside his paladin windows. He wrapped his left foot around the rope as planned, but his right foot completely missed the target. Like a water balloon smashing a windshield of a car going 40 mph, the force was simply too much. Curry's knee snapped as he was left dangling inches above the horrified girl he was about to punish.
Upon hearing the scream, CIT Richard awoke from his drunken stupor and stumbled into the room to help his leader. Curry couldn't get any words out as he was fresh out of (bad) breath from his swing moves performed earlier in the evening. Such as 'The T-Pain Twisted Pretzel Dip', 'Shawty's Peachtree Double Dutch', 'Officer Bill's Timeout for a Snickers' and his infamous 'Mama Tell Me What You Sippin'.
A frightened Mandy sat under the covers shaking as Curry was carried out by paramedics into an ambulance. Stunned, Richard spun around in a daze as the ambulance drove off. The CIT decided he would not travel to Holy Cross hospital with his friend. Rather, he would listen to the non-existent voice of Curry.
"Take her down Richard. Finish the job with style points!" Nodding in approval to a voice that was never spoken, the CIT stormed back inside to make her clap one last time.



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