Cyberbully Page #2

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I could've put that in

the tweet, but I didn't!

What did Nathan's mother do on

holiday in Weston-super-Mare?

Please, Casey. Do you really

think Nathan Legg could do this?

- What are you doing?

- Flexing my muscles.

No wait, show me again, show me

again, do it again, do it again.

No, no, its more like...

- Stop checking me out.

- She needs to just hurry up and come out.

Seriously, it's getting embarrassing.

It's like a dog on heat.

- She'll wait till she's at Uni, then she'll go full dyke.

- God!

Yeah, then we'll be like, "Tamara,

no sh*t you're gay?" Who knew?

All those times you came over,

just as we happened to be getting

changed, and stared at us half

naked, for like, ever...

We had no idea!

- Next time she stares at me I'm going to say something.

- Well, like what?

Like, Tamara, you're a total

f***ing lesbian, deal with it.

What are you doing?

This is Tamara, right?

- Wait.

- You said she needs to come out.

Wait, what are you doing?

No, no, no! Please, don't. Stop!

No wait, show me again, show me

again, do it again, do it again.

No, no, no, it's more like...

- What have you done?

- Stop checking me out.

That was nothing.

Seriously, It's getting embarrassing.

Now imagine if I did that

with your special selfies?

You know what happens to girls

when those photos get out there?

If you try to shut down...

If you try to switch

off the router...

If you leave the room,

the pictures go online.

What do you want?

Patience, Casey.

First of all, I want you to sit.

Look! Twitter-storm alert.

Oh, God!

Don't be too sad, Casey.

You upset ME first!

You lied to me, Casey.

About the door.

It wasn't closed, was it?

You promised.

And you weren't going to eat a

chicken dinner either, were you?

No more lies, Casey.

Only truth.

Say, you promise.

Fine.

Say, you promise.

I promise.

Tell me what you're thinking, Casey.

Hi, its Megan, leave me a message

and I might get back to you.

Tell me what you're thinking, Casey.

I'm thinking about what

my friends will do

when they find out that

my webcam has been hacked

and that it wasn't me that posted

that video about Tamara.

I'm thinking about how

they'll track you down,

find you and f*** you up!

Knock, knock.

- Knock, knock.

- Who's there?

You'll never, ever know.

I know you're over 30.

It's the way you speak.

With the BFFs and the lols?

You sound like a parent.

Get that right, did I?

How old are you?

Just tell me one thing

about yourself.

What colour is your hair?

Or are you bald?

That's it, isn't it? I am sorry.

I've heard it can be a really

traumatic time for a middle

aged man losing all his hair.

What makes you think I'm a man?

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