The meth - Drug PSA

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It was a normal day in Detroit, I walked and started dancing in the street saying:

"TAKE THE METH AND GO TO JOHNNY'S BASEMENT!!!"

Then, out of nowhere a hobo came beside me. He was a normal colored hobo, but he had a Walmart nametag with the name "Bob."

He said, "Stop! You can't do this!"

I ignored him and went to visit the junkies in Johnny's basement. A few hobos were watching, along with Bob. He covered his eyes and whispered,

"This is a fatal mistake you are all making!"

The meth lab started pumping out a bunch of meth, this time we made more meth than ever before. A few junkies screamed as they ran off. A dude with the name Count Dooku fell in along with his pet Jar Jar. My bitch somehow grabbed his hand and pulled him out, and the meth below my bitch's feet shaked violently. My bitch pushed Count Dooku onto the lab table as all the junkies on the meth pile fell in, making a large splashing sound. The room changed to a meth room. A bitch named Flora said,

"I'm gonna drown!!", she said. She worked at the Department Of Redundancy Department.

Many junkies laughed, as posers just said "HAHA!" awkwardly. But many junkies were turning dank — no, DEEP DANK! They were overdosing. But then all the junkies floated down into a meth like ground, as everyone sank through it. In there was a bathroom, which had lots of cool drugs in it. Luckily everything was free, so I went onto a stealing spree. There were free heroin needles, crack, pot, speed, booze, and of course meth. I looked in one of the toilets and in the bowl was a banned drug, which was said to turn you into a zombie; Flakka. I was amazed. I took some and looked at my drug stash. I had found so many drugs. But then, we were pulled into a void. Many junkies screamed as we were sent to an alleyway. It was empty, and bodily fluids were everywhere. There was piss, vomit, needle-impailed hobos, and plenty other disgusting things. But the creepy part was that it was more realistic than your average trip. Bob, one of the fucked up hobos, looked up and at his genitals, as he said

"I warned you." to all of the junkies.

The junkies were stuck there, as Count Dooku ran into the alleyway, his bitch watching in horror. Count Dooku encouraged all the junkies to go into the ditch he was watching from. I didn't go, as even the hacker known as 4chan ran into the ditch. He said he took a break from hacking and leaking nudes today. My bitch screamed as Bob got up to his feet, as blood dripped from his torn asshole. His eyes were extremely bloodshot, with a tiny constricted pupil. The eyes were dripping black bile. I screamed like a little bitch. The other junkies watched in horror. Bob tore my bitch's head off, as Blood Red blood came rushing from the neck. I was glad that the blood was blood-colored and not some other color. Bob looked at me, and I felt breathing on my neck. My heart pounded fast, sending a message to my brain saying

"DON'T, TURN, AROUND." Then the next thing I knew was that my pants were pulled off and thrown at the floor, as someone whispered in my ear...

"Meth. Not even once."

To be Continued.

-Director's notes-

"Wow, I can't believe I made a PSA and it turned out to be good! I can't believe this is my first drug PSA, as I love watching these PSAs!"