Fiddy was coding in da lab, as rappers typically do, when suddenly his target sat down behind him. Fiddy did not know him, but Fiddy knew about his famous blue jacket. Fiddy was nervous, with sweat dripping down da side of his face as he quickly confirmed da target’s identity with Facebook. He reached for his weapon of choice, da handgun, but then changed his mind and in one swift move stabbed da victim on his left chest. He was careful to clean off da blood that splattered all over da victim’s computer, but eelnx1.ews.uiuc.edu will never be quite da same from this day on…

Erm… MPs are evil… I was having trouble with one when Fiddy Cent tapped me on my shoulder. I thot he was going to help me, so I turned around. He pulled out a spoon, and my last thoughts were “How is a spoon going to help me with my MP?” “And yay if I die no MP forever!”