Despite the lengthy day phase, I still didn't get any orders from UP, BM, or SMBN
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Night Eight
Iggy Azalea might have been dead, but the one responsible for her killing sent out a few invitations and lured some foolish folk to a 'One Night Only' style concert all the same.
Three of her guests came along and partied hard, which proved lucky for one of them when the bouncers turned away an angry man in a hat at the door.
The other three weren't so nice, and the one replacing Iggy made a note of who had rejected her generous offer.
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The wine and beer soaked liver of an FFB staple was out on the turps that night getting drunk with beautiful people, but found his life of parties and derring do coming to an abrupt end when a huge, f**k-off dome fell from the sky and crushed him.
Drew-Sta is dead. He was SGLC's Wine & Beer Soaked Liver, Town Aligned Malfunctioning Organ
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Two people thought it might be a good night to put the rampant c**k of Jupiter out of commission that night - including the fortunate Kiwi who had just received a royal rimming from the appendage in question. The facial he copped would protect him that night.
The presence of the tree roaring "I... AM... GROOT!" also kept Jupiter's c**k in play.
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It is now day
