RIP Rachel Abraham aka "AllItTakesIsThreeClaps"

After hours of plotting in my basement, I needed to emerge and taste foamy,  darty victory. Twas the perfect plot. My companion and I Iured the victim with promises of ice cream. I tucked away in the trunk of our noble steed; a Subaru legacy.  I waited, under the cover of darkness and very loud avicii. We arrived at the arches of gold, rolled through the drive through, and as I heard the man speak "would you like to supersize that?" I knew it was time. I emerged from the trunk and fired. My target shrieked, taken aback by my awesome stealth. I released the trigger, placing a direct shot in my adversary's heart. In her last moments, she drew forth a giant spoon, and, in a futile endeavor, attempted to strike me. She eventually accepted reality and ran from the car, forgetting her Mcflurry I was then left to enjoy the sweet taste of victory. I proceeded to add an extra bullet for good measure and laughed into my French fries.