JACK'S LOG #02

Scott called me late at night. He said to come over ASAP. I did, and Scott was standing on the street outside his house. Sammy, our mascot for Sammy's cake kingdom, lay there, bloody. "What happened?" I said. "He was hit." Scott responded. "He? As in a person? Someone's in it?!" I asked. "Yeah. Marty." Scott replied. I was mad at Marty, sure, but I didn't hate him. I didn't want this. "Help me take it too Sammy's." Scott said. I knew why. If anyone saw the body, we, our families, and RowRow.co, our company, were done for. We hauled his body into my trunk and drove. "So, what happened exactly?" I asked. "I think he was coming to scare me and my family. You know how there's poor visibility in those suits. You designed them. He didn't see a car, and.. I saw it out my window." We arrived at the old Sammy's, and we hauled Marty's body to Parts & Service. We left it there, never to return, and re-branded to Arrow's Pizza PlayPlace.

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