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rapindustryfanfiction:

Swizz Beats and Alicia Keys sat at the Megaupload headquarters, waiting. They were sitting on the floor, their backs against the wall of the safe that held the physical copies off all of the files they had pirated using Megaupload over the years. Swizz Beats was wearing an eyepatch. He took pirating very seriously.

That rat bastard will.i.am had sold them out, they knew it. The last time he had called their house, he’d sounded afraid, like he was hiding something. It was an open secret that will.i.am had coveted the Megaupload empire, but Swizzy had kept him close, following an adage he’d learned from his favorite film, The Godfather, Part II: keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. Sadly, the sage wisdom of Vito Corleone had failed him.

There was a knock at the door. “FBI! Let us in!” a voice said.

Swizz Beats and Alicia Keys looked at each other and said nothing, each cradling an M-16. Swizz Beats had the entire third season of Supernatural in that safe. He wasn’t giving it up without a fight.

There was a series of thuds: the FBI was trying to break the door down. It looked like it was going to give at any moment.

“Ha na na na na,” Swizz Beats said to himself, preparing to meet his doom. “It’s showtime.”

Swizz Beats had the entire third season of Supernatural in that safe. He wasn’t giving it up without a fight.