Come 'round for a bedtime story.

There was once a lost little girl named garbage. Garbage had all the league of legends figurines and collectibles. Garbage grew the fuck up and threw them in the garbage because they were garbage all along.

Inside the garbage can was the garbage can monster, who eats garbage. He choked on the figurines and died because even that garbage was too garbage for him to consume. His corpse became rotting garbage in the garbage can, where it was eventually fork lifted and strewn unceremoniously into the garbage truck, which was also garbage because it could only get 2 miles to the gallon.

Eventually the rotting flesh found its way into a heap of garbage at the dump, where it landed squarely on a pile of league of legends paraphernalia. On the back of all the garbage doodads was written in pink "Jinx was here". So the authorities brought jinx in for questioning.

"Hey Jinx" said the police

"Hey Garbage" said the jinx

and then jinx pulled a garbage gun out of her pants and shot garbage all over the police officers and made her escape. But when the detectives of the homicide scene looked closely at the garbage and guts strewn across the floor, they found that it spelled out: "Jinx was here".

So they took Jinx in for questioning (again), and this time stripped her of her lethal pants. What they saw on the inside of her thigh was a hidden tattoo-- of garbage. The tattoo peeled itself off of jinx's skin and slunked down to the floor where it twitched a few times and then flipped over. On the back of the tattoo was a message saying "Jinx was here"

So the authorities asked Jinx why she was on the back of the tattoo, and Jinx gave them a very dry look.

Then she shot them and stuffed them in garbage cans, and shipped them off to RIOT games as compost to fertilize the garbage they shovel into their customer's faces.

"Everyone has to do their part in the magical circle of garbage" said jinx to herself, scratching her crotch where her garbage tattoo used to be.

"RIOT shovels garbage at their customers, customers throw the garbage in the trash can, the garbage is taken to the dump, and then I shoot people, just like magic!"

Just as jinx was about to ramble on even more to herself about her garbage adventures a flaming garbage truck went screeching down the road, and she dropped her responsible task of continuing the cycle of garbage to instead chase a truck like some kind of yappy dog chasing the ice cream man.

The truck had the music turned up all the way and them beats were sick. Er, I mean they made you sick. Because they were garbage.

Then the truck rammed straight into a tunnel that it was too big to fit in, so it backed up and made another go at it. Some of the flaming garbage truck was sliced clean off as it made its escape through the tunnel.

Jinx picked up some of the flaming garbage, not caring that it was searing her flesh because she's an idiot, and with big droopy eyes she was crying at what she was holding. It was Vi's gloves, and part of her ear.

"Good night sweet prince"

The end.