From a lifetime of stuttering, speaking was
- From a lifetime of stuttering, speaking was never easy for Marvin. The barrel of the revolver pressed to his forehead made3 it even harder. "D-D-Don't shoot! I-I-I'm not
- Rapp-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-app-ort. BANG! The desert eagle splattered his head across the keyboard. The killer smelled the barrel of his gun because
- he had severe problems interacting socially with other people, problems that were only exacerbated by the sociopathic behavior required of his profession. His therapist had said
- rather dryly that the job would probably give him a heart attack within the decade. His shrink's bluish lips didn't seem to make much noise after that, as he let loose a string of
- incoherent phrases stuck together with a glue of pronunciation almost as bad as his own breath. "And how does that make you feel, Mr. Vance?" She wrote 'nutjob' on her pad.
- "How does it make me feel? ME, feel? Doctor, I can't feel anything. Look out there. Nevermind, you see. I'm not..." The patient was losing all coherent thought, "I think it all
- comes down to the Kennedy family you see... They are all dead and I think that Audrey Hepburn slept with one of them... In a few you will see what I mean." He seem to be going
- crazy. Absolutely stark raving mad. He was breathing heavily and a small trail of drool began to run down his chin. "You'll see. They'll all see. The truth is out there." Then
- Martin lopped his tubby hamster ass right back into the wheel that was publicly known in the fair City of Rodentiarabidiaville to be jank as fuck. Martin, aka 'Masochistic
- Martian' ran and ran, considering the events of the day in full using his pea-sized brain. "It is a far, far better thing I do... Ooh! A carrot!" And he lost his thought forever.
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- 2011-04-18 01:24:53
- Finished
- 2011-08-06 15:13:29
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