"Just...fuck off!"
The shop ground to a halt. Everyone looked at Chris Martin. He was staring down at his phone.
"What? Never seen a rock superstar swear before?" Chris exclaimed, walking out of the shop. "Pricks"
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"I don't care if it is your bloody wifes birthday, I want my fucking money and I want it now!"
He put the phone down. Jonny Buckland put the phone down.
"That wasn't very nice" his wife replied as she held one of their babies, trying to cover the little girls ears. "You've got tons of money"
"I don't care if you think I've got money coming out of my arse, if someone has money of mine, I'm not standing by and letting them laugh at me" Jonny said, collapsing onto the sofa. "What's for dinner?"
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Guy looked around the shop. He looked and then looked again- just to make sure before quickly raiding the shelves and throwing whatever he could into his backpack. He had been spotted. He couldn't tell if it was by a man or a woman, all he knew was that he had to go- now.
Guy started running and as he made his way around a corner he was confronted by two massive security guards.
"Well, well, Mr Berryman" one of them said, grinning. "You're busted"
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He laid the flowers down beside his fathers grave before spitting on the gravestone. With delight, he danced on his fathers grave, trampling the flowers.
"Oh Daddy, you said you were invincible! I guess you never counted on your son making a stop to it, did you?" Will exclaimed with delight, spitting on the grave once more. "Bastard"
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"Dinner's ready!"
"I'll be down in a minute" Phil shouted down to his mum as he began to shake. Staring down at his computer screen, Phil began to follow the instructions carefully, noting them down on a piece of paper. Moving away from the computer screen, Phil searched under his bed and produced a rope.
Scrambling onto his chest of drawers, Phil tied a knot in the rope and set about attatching the rope to the ceiling. Before getting hold of the equipment, Phil checked to see if the rope would fit round his neck.
His bedroom door opened.
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