I woke up in the Gourmet kitchen, funny thing to run through my head at the time, but I think to myself "this guy has rich parents", than I think "fuck, brutal headache!", than "FUCK, why can't I move!?!".
Duct tape is restraining me. Douche bag and his friends (that must have knocked me out) are standing around me. They ask me if "I've met Ronald yet?" I tell him to go fuck his mother or something.... He continues to tell me that "guys who fuck with him and his friends get to meet Ronald". "This is super fucked up" I thought to myself.
"SORRY!, I'm fucked up" I said, trying to escape this nightmare. "SORRY!"... Kid laughs and says "Come on, I want you to meet Ronald"... He pointed to the door.