I`ve been in MacGyvers shooes.
You can call me Miss MacGyver.
Last night I drove a Mercedes Benz SL (something)
serching for gangstas in da street. Quiet.
We burned every car we saw. Intens. VIP.
Today, a big explostion attacked me in my store.
It was crazy. Heard some sparkling shots, turned and hit the floor.
Rolling to the desk for a place to hide.
Black.
It all went black.
"You just keep your head down missy!" said the tall, dark securityguard.
"Hey!" I`m not a missy, I`m Miss MacGyver!
I`ll show you how to do this shit.
Then we fixed it.
I`m open for more action.
Just call me.
M:M