Post by bettedavis on Jan 12, 2007 10:17:38 GMT -4
After Suge inevitably dies in the same manner in which he lived, in the LAPD Detective's Office...
"Dr. Dre, where were you when the shooting took place? Yeah, I know he was a real asshole and that's the nicest thing we can say. However, we need to do our jobs regardless of the revolting, digusting pig of victim we have here."
"Oh, so you have atotally unbelieveable alibi? Okay, you're off the suspect list. Guess we'll never solve this case street justice is sweet, darn!"
Dr. Dre gets up and leaves the room. As he heads out of the door he feels a chill over his left shoulder. The hairs stands up on the back of his neck as he looks and sees the ghost of Tupac Shakur leaning against the wall. He has a smoking gun in his hand...
Dre blinks hard. Tupac is no longer there.
But Justice is.
"Dr. Dre, where were you when the shooting took place? Yeah, I know he was a real asshole and that's the nicest thing we can say. However, we need to do our jobs regardless of the revolting, digusting pig of victim we have here."
"Oh, so you have a
Dr. Dre gets up and leaves the room. As he heads out of the door he feels a chill over his left shoulder. The hairs stands up on the back of his neck as he looks and sees the ghost of Tupac Shakur leaning against the wall. He has a smoking gun in his hand...
Dre blinks hard. Tupac is no longer there.
But Justice is.
