Jezza calmly makes his way to the ever so used soap box, signing autographs as he does so, clearing his throat he begins to speak to his many many fans...

Now I know my magnificence isn't for everyone, I mean how can you be this awesome and look this good? I know I know there are so many of you who worship the shoes Jezza walks around in, my fans are a plenty but seems we have a few non fans out there with some sort of bee in their bonnet (I would suggest replacing that with a manly V8), now I am all for constructive critiscm after all the average mortal isn't perfect (glad I am not one of those)

So anyway seems there are a few snowflakes out there bless there little cotton socks that have an issue with old Jezza, but aren't quite manly enough to gather a bit of wind in their lungs to say what their grievance is, as an old friend would say cretins gutter trash in other words, seems to me that these sheeple need to go find another line of work as they sure as hell are not cut out for this life, I mean having an opinion is one thing but spitting dummies out with no reasonable explaination well that's just pointless isn't it and just makes you look a cunt, obviously mummy didn't give you enough attention in your miserable sheltered life, or the fact that your self esteem is so low you forgot how to talk, either way my door is always open if and when you grow a pair, keep doing what you are doing no biggy I will just become the tyrant you think I am and start killing people your choice man up or see your friends die, personally I would look after my friends as I have many of my own and you will need them.

So yeah crack on waste your money in the hope that Tyler does what you obviously cant, I'll take my chances but don't come complaining when myself and my friends go on a little killing spree capiche.

After saying his piece Jezza casually walks back to his custom V8 beast with a huge smile on his face and heads home waiting for the cretin to crawl out from under his mummy's blouse.

Guess this is what happens when you hit 88mph he thought to himself, max speed baby!

Ronnie walked to the front after his boss floored it, waiting for the beastly sound of the V8 to fade(It Took awhile, that things a beast) Ron cleared his throat.

“Oi...Cunts, I gotta know something, just a small question to whoever has it out for the god that is Clarkson How in the fuck do you manage to make all that money? I mean aren’t you Virgins constantly gripping that thing you call a penis? I have a better suggestion! Almost as great as Clarksons presence. Why don’t you give ME that money? I mean I’ll put it to better use, and I promise! I promise I will start paying your mothers for their time! I know I’ve been bad...” Ronnie says, chuckling to himself because he knows he too is godly. 

vGoddess stood on the side as her Boss talked. After he left, Ronnie-Radke was the one to speak, and his words made her chuckle. Even she wondered "How do these people make so much money?"

She also thought "it would be great if they could tell me the secrets to making such large amounts of money."

But she knew they wouldn't come forward to tell her the secrets. Sighing, she walked away.