Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga's plane landed in Los Angeles. She got off and security guard ushered her to her waiting limo before going back for her luggage. She wore a pink suit with no blouse and showing lots of cleavage. She wore dark sunglasses from the plane to outside.

She sat in the limo and checked her social media on her phone.

"Nice flight?" asked the driver, 24 year old Cody Morris.

"Weird, plane was struck by lightning, but planes can handle that. I couldn't. I like passed out for a while. Think I'm OK, though."

"Probably a North Korean plot to **** you," joked Cody.

"Oh my god, really? Why would they want to do that?"

Cody looked in the rear view mirror. It seemed like Lady Gaga had taken him seriously. He played along. "They hate pop stars. They want them all dead. You better check your sunglasses for a tracking device."

Cody watched as a now scared pop star took off her glasses and closely inspected them. He had heard of an affliction called ASG in the chat rooms of the the mind control porn websites he surfed, and he guessed Lady Gaga had it.

Gaga's bodyguard put her luggage in the trunk, and Cody took off towards her Beverly Hills house.