Jeff Stinco protects a woman away from scary bearded men and he gets killed by her

Jeff Stinco protects a girl away from scary bearded men and later gets his life taken away by her

*This is the official transcript for Jeff Stinco protects a woman away from scary bearded men and he gets killed by her.*

Here's Jeff!

Oh, Jeff Stinco, it's you.

I will have to unlock the door for you though.

They say that once you take a job, you always see it through.

You're too kind to open the door for me, Maxine.

Oh, you shouldn't have, Jeff. Slay, king, slay!

Thank you so much for that! You are the best!

Maybe I should start a religion about myself, and see if you can worship me and not those fucking bearded pedophiles tweeting way more than me on Twitter very soon.

We need to find the keys to my truck!

The keys to your truck where?

The keys to my trucks, so we can get rid of these sick bearded cowards, because there's more of them than I could've ever imagined.

Yeah, they are all not fooling anyone.

Yeah, you're right.

They're definitely not fooling anyone with the amount of tweets they make.

I'm going to get a written report on what you come up with, and some photos for documentation, so they can be put back to jail already, and I can finally sing again for once.

Jeff, we need to stick together.

Yes, I will stick together with you and all of the Stinc Icons who wants me to sing again, so that those weird bearded men can finally leave the internet forever, no matter what, I'm always going to be there for you, as far as I can go, I can be your best friend.

And those bearded fuckers are not your best friend or even related to you in some capacity, they're just perverts and pedophiles wanting to create a huge internet presence of themselves online, and I don't want them to coddle on me forever. You don't want that, do you, Maxine?

No, I am so sick and tired of bearded men tweeting way more than me on my Twitter account.

Like, I can come up with a lot of funny stuff on my Twitter account, that will so make them eat dog poop and their own pair of pants for the rest of their lives.

But I won't let anything bad happen to you, Jeff.

I will save your life, but I will save mine too.

Yeah, don't worry about that, okay?

I am not going to say anything.

I mean, I really appreciate what I do for a living, and that's me!

I am me, myself, and I.

I am the real reason why bearded men are never going to use Twitter anymore, and why they should not be so extremely obsessed with me, like they think I'm gay.

I'm not gay, Maxine.

I am happy to tell you that I am straight, and I will kill more of those gay bearded fuckers tweeting way more than us on Twitter very soon.

Remember, I am for all of the clean shaven bald people in the world, regardless on who you are, not for those bearded sick fucks who is doing horrible things to children, and they can't destroy me today.

Okay? Good.

Ciao! Peace.

Jeff, you are the king! Jeff, you are such a funny bunny.

You can't just fake being nice, in order to do bad things to people.

You might get in jail for that!

Girl, I hunt down and kill bearded men who are all perverts and pedophiles for life.

Never protect the worst people in the world, when you have me to try to destroy them all.

Always remember that, okay?

Okay, I will remember that. Thank you.

Jeff Stinco is such a iconic human being and a hero for all of us, including me. I love that boy!

I love my own fans, just as much as they love me.

I feel closer with them, than I do most people that I know.

It's, it's... it's just like, they're really like my family.

I love them so much, except for those bearded men being so obsessed over me and pretending to act like they are fans of me.

I hope they rot in hell, and I hope they eat dog poop and die with it.

What the fuck is he saying over there?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Where are the keys to the truck?

What? Be careful with you taking my brother's truck.

The brakes are rather slack, bland, tacky, or worser, your mom!

(laughing)

I don't give a shit!

Where are the fucking keys?!

I guess your keys are in the kitchen, if you stop complaining about them.

Yeah.

You were robbing people, and I will find out what you done.

What are you talking about?

Why are you doing this to me?

I thought you said you loved me, and now you're going to kill me.

How bullshit is that, Maxine?

Please don't kill me! I'm immortal!

I'm the most beautiful man in the world!

And now you're making me feel sad already!

I thought you loved me for who I am, Maxine!

Please put that gun down.

Please don't do this to me already.

Remember, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just protecting you from those scary bearded men on Twitter.

Just put that gun down right now, please!

I'm nothing like you.

You're a kidnapping murdering sex fiend.

I'm a fucking star!

The whole world is gonna know my name.

I will not accept a life I do not deserve!

Stop fucking staring at me!

Please, you're scaring me.

I never did anything wrong to you.

Do you remember this song?

Because we lost it all, nothing lasts forever. I'm sorry, I can't be perfect.

Come on, Maxine. Please sing this song with me already.

(gunshot)

I wouldn't do that just yet, but your ass is mine, Jeff François Stinco!

(gunshots)

(window crashing)

(screaming)

(thuds)

(Jeff Stinco's Hit and Run, set to the instrumental of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball, playing)

Shh.

(Jeff Stinco's Hit and Run, set to the instrumental of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball, continues playing)

(tires screeching)

It'll be our secret.

All right, let's roll him over.

Oh my gosh! It's Jeff Stinco!

Jeff Stinco, what a guy.

(screams)

It's Jeff Stinco! Jeff Stinco is dead! Those sick bastards!