So we're over in Australia in 04 I believe. Or early 05. Just us 5 members without Em. Lately we've been noticing that our boy Vel...Has been getting kinda cocky with his attitude. He cuts the groups hair and handles our day to day needs. Like getting food, deodorant etc. He's been talking like our job is easy. Now me and him had a few words about how he kept leaving me with hair bumps every time he cuts me I call it the "Nestle Crunch syndrome!" when your hair bumps are all up under your neck and shit! Makes me mad thinking about it! Anyway...I say "Vel! Clean these fuckin clippers dog! Please! My face looks like I'm deformed!" he come back with a joke. All of a sudden....We end up battling! Like rap battling! Well, I tore him to pieces in a freestyle but I wasn't satisfied. And neither was the group. So..."Operation Prank Vel" began. And we home up with it. Gotta bring this guy back down to reality. The next day I wake up and inform everyone..On the tour that my voice is gone! And the contract states that 5 members must be present to get paid for the performance that night. Everyone goes haywire! Proof says "we didn't come all the way out here for free. Somebody might have to stand in and at least ACT like Von" I'm whispering from my voice being "allegedly" fucked up and say "Vel. U gotta do it. You're the only one that can pass as me" Everyone else was either too tall or too fat! Lol so it was up to good ole Vel to save the day. The group gathers around him in the hotel...They put a do rag and my jewelry on him. "that's it Vel! U GOTTA do it! Ur the closest thing we got to a Kuniva lookalike!" is what they say Now he's nervous. They tell him it's a packed house tonight so we'll rehearse here in the room before we head to the venue. We bring a radio Into the room and move furniture and began doing the show. All while I sit with some tea and a towel around my neck and whisper to him about What to do and how to move on stage. Everyone's screaming and hollering at him about missing his cue and forgetting my verses Just fuckin all the way up. So the fellas day fuckit! It's showtime! We all ride out. We get to the dressing room and they're on Vels ass! #pause they're like in his ear like a drill sergeant on a fat muthafucka who can't finish that last pull up! He's sweating bullets! I'm still whispering "Vel! I'm counting on you bro! please don't make us look bad bro! It's all on you" the D12 show intro comes on...Now he's pale as Casper. We say "Vel! Go warm the crowd up first! Hurry!" now if he wouldve thought about it,a group member never does that But he did anyway! He runs his humble ass out there and almost chokes in front of the crowd! "everybody put y'all hands in the air..."I'm Kuniva....yeah! What what yeah yeah!" we're backstage ROLLING! Proof signals him to bring his dumbass backstage. Now he's almost dead With fear! We start the show. Now it's time to rap! Lol @mcvayd12 comes out first with his verse while looking fruity as ever...anyway...My verse comes on for Pistol Pistol! We're patting Vels back like "HERE it is bro! It's now or never!" @Mrporter2012 pushes him out onstage And then he begins rapping! He's going as hard as he can for like 20secs. While the group is dying laughing! Not knowing his mic is cut off And I'm rapping! Icons out behind him and signal him to gtf off the stage! We finish the song and DIE laughing ON stage! He's standing there Looking like he just escaped death not even realizing STILL that I have my voice! His adrenaline was pumping too hard for him to notice! He then took these worst sigh of relief and started laughing. He NEVER talked shit again and I never had the Nestlé Crunch syndrome again! Thats all for that story. D12 humor is the illest!