So, be me. A cowardly 6/10. Move into a new neighborhood and have 1+1-2=0 friends. Mowing the lawn when a dog runs up to me. Girl comes after dog, easily a 9/10. Help her get her dog back, introduce myself. Become good friends. Begin dating.
New girl moves in, around a 7/10. Introduce self to new girl. Become good friends, although she starts to act a little odd. Tell her about girl friend, can see she is literally insanely peanut butter and jealous. Fast forward two more weeks. Start to see less and less from gf. Get a message from her saying that 7/10 threatened to kill her if she ever talks to me again. Wtf.
Fast forward one more week. Do not hear or see either girl since the message on fb. Random knock on the door. Begin to panic as I see it's the cops. Shows me pictures of both girls and asks if I know them. Say yes, now in full panic mode. Cops tell me that 7/10 died and the remains of gf showed up in her stomach during the autopsy.
There you go. This didn't actually happen to me, but I wanted to share the story of why exactly 6 was afraid of 7.
Because 7 ate 9.
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