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.357 directly to our least favorite friend, Brian Starcraft Moss’s knee cap 🤷🏼♂️😪, blowing it into smitherines just like a party popper 🔥🎊🎉. That will give the cops something to throw around and question 💪🏼👊🏼 while we make our escape 🏃🏼♂️🚌Brian was always the weak one he won’t be a significant loss. After we drive to Canada 🇨🇦 where we take a plane ✈️👨🏼✈️ to Vermont🇬🇭. ... escaping the consequences of our actions for ever💆🏼♂️ ...