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Mr. Beast woke up one day, groggy as ever. He facetimed gogy yesterday so he was feeling extra goggy as well. But that's besides the point. He looked to his bedside, hoping to start his morning with his favorite drink in the whole wide world..... Pink sauce.
That gorgeous light pink color with it's every-changing flavour was exactly what Mr. Beast looked for in a drink.....and... in a man.
But that's also besides the point.
Mr. Beast looked to his bedside, hoping to be greeted with that same bottle he's seen thousands of times before but....
Something's...
Different
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EGAD!! He screamed in the Australian accent he had been practicing. He didn't quite like it so he exclaimed it again, this time in a British accent. he liked this much better.
Either way: His sauce had been stolen. He cried for two hours. Then... he saw a message on his phone.
"Did you hear? " his bestie, Jamison Charles, asked. "There is a national pink sauce shortage! People are doing anything and everything they can to steal it! You have to protect yours before it's too late.
"It already is... " Mr. Beast said in a mellow tone.
"Don't tell me it's so!!" Jamison replied, aghast.
"...Tis."
Then he got yet another message. One from Shane Dawson.
"If you wish to see your beloved Pink Sauce ever again!! Meet me at Boogie Night: 5pm EST!"
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By Gove! Mr Beast called in his new found British accent. Shane Dawson himself had stolen his pink sauce!!
And he had to go to boogie night to get it, a place he'd stopped going to many years ago. Curse that dancer and his pink mustache!
After his incredible gambling dept, he left in shame and had not returned since.
Well, if he was going to get his pink sauce back.. he better call back up.
A ginger haired man in a hoodie stood outside the Pink club watching his phone. As the clock ticked to 4:59 he smirked before entering the club.
It was 5pm and Mr Beast was at the doors to the Pink club, he had called in some favors with some more unsavory contacts of his to help make sure the deal went well. He checked his earbud before entering for Boogie night.
The moment he entered the building he could feel a sense of familiarity and comfort. The bright and waving lights, people on the dancefloor and around the bar drinking and dancing to forget their lives or some even celebrating the start of a new one.
Across the room he spotted shane and headed over.
"you got my stuff?" he said, in a whisper once he got close
"only if your willing to pay" said dawson,
"1Mil dude"
Mr beast sighed before handing over the money, he'd make another video soon anyways
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