Her new boyfriend and son hated each other.

Her new boyfriend and son hated each other. She needed something they could bond over. A video game, WII. She needed an edge, so she pepper sprayed the other mothers

d. When her boyfriend hocked the Wii for some weed, she knew she had to take her son that night. Her Zumba Fitness Training allowed her to shimmy down the drain pipe Ninja style.

She thought her Wii Nunchuks prepared her for the ninja nunchuks she awkwardly wielded. But she saw her son playing Assassin's Creed through his bedroom window. Was he an assassin?

Assassin's Creed might know & assign her son's next target. Gripping her nunchuks, her thoughts raced. That's it! She'd seen her 12 year old neighbor Sissy playing Burnout.

Although she was only 12, there could be no doubt that she was the murderer. The problem was that he was quite fond of the twelve year old girl, and so he dumped the evidence in a

another fold where skulked around looking for a scapegoat. Reginald Seleulcis, stumbled on the body while searching for a pocket protector and was promptly handcuffed by

the Speech Police for having one too many glottal stops in his name. They'd been trying to nail Seleulcis for years but no one could ever get past the first syllable, which made

people think it was some kind of cellular mitosis, or maybe one of the fifth-generation Pokemon. The Speech Police tracked down Seleulcis's address, but faced further difficulty

because Pokemon from every generation were involved. Seleulcis had finally done the unachievable. He had given life to real flesh and blood Pokemon...but at what cost to society?