The men and women in the production room that oversaw the day to day management of affairs within the house were engaged in a heated discussion.
"Listen," intoned Big Brother in his deep voice, "I think -"
As he said that, however, the door to the room caved in and a horde of sad clowns ran in and began to fart all over him.
In the chaos, more intruders launched an attack of their own. The first intruder, with long hair and a guitar, tried to teach Big Brother how he reminded him of who he really was.
His awful music once again took its toll, and twenty four of them threw themselves onto various exposed electrical wires with hilarious results.
24 Clinically Depressed Clowns Wielding Various Bricks of Cheese Hotboxing in a Car have died. They are Clinically Depressed Clowns Wielding Various Bricks of Cheese Hotboxing in a Car, ??? Aligned Lengthy Role
The bloodshed had not finished, however, as a horde of flying balls with massive teeth descended upon the room in an attempt to consume time and their target.
"Noooooo!" the leathery faced old cow said as she threw herself into their gaping maws and took the fall for her employer.
Gretel is dead. She was Gretel, ??? Aligned Tired Old Whore
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While the burly man in the combat vest watched on, the man with the titanic c**k gave a whiskey soaked old woman the once over. She too was carrying his child now.
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The lawyer went to see his most lucrative client. The man who knocked had originally intended to follow a different course, but the fast talking lawyer convinced him instead to try a different tactic.
"I never liked your music anyway," Heisenberg growled as he fired at the girl everybody on Triple J's staff hated so much.
But she wouldn't be put down while her doppelganger yet lived.
Taylor Swift is not dead. She is Taylor Swift, ??? Aligned Good Girl of Country Music
"Dammit, Walter!" the lawyer complained as Heisenberg holstered his weapon and began to walk away, "This is going too far. We need to go into damage control!"
Taylor Swift, perhaps hungry for revenge, tore his f**king head off.
Apey is dead. He was Saul Goodman, Masked Sex Cult Aligned Dodgy Lawyer
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The sex maniacs were out again, looking to lubricate someone with a salacious offer. As they went about their business, they came across the severed head of the mercenary who had refused them previously. Smiling at his misfortune, they returned to tracking their target, only to be distracted by a ghostly voice
"I know what you're up to....."
Confused, they turned back to the severed head, and were suprised to see it grinning.
"What, you think a little decapitation is going to worry me? Hell I did this myself. I get bored sometimes, mess around. Although I've lost my body, which is a bit inconvenient. I think he went to get some chimichangas...Anyway, gimme your milk money!"
They did, so bemused were they by the talking head, before hurrying away
"Heh. That was heck funny...."
And the men who had come to kill Deadpool, seeing him thus headless, thought their work had already been done for them.
Deadpool is not dead. He is Deadpool, ??? Aligned Merc with a Mouth
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It is now day. With 24 able to vote, it is 13 to lynch
