I was minding myself, surfing the Internet

I was minding myself, surfing the Internet when I was distracted by a scratching sound in the other room. I got up to inspect the situation and was surprised to find

But soon this chain would lower me into the molten metal. This T-2000 model terminator would never have to work with that loser kid anymore. God was he annoying, all he

ever did was shriek catch-phrases in his awkward prepubescent voice. I actually welcomed the feel of the impending molten metal, an escape from his neediness.

That's life as a metal mold in a fabrication plant. Pretty dismal if you ask me. Now, those plastic molds at carnival vending machines! That was the life!

And yet they both faced pressing issues every day. Sometimes the monotony was almost enough to make them crack. But the joy they brought others was

the exact opposite. Nothing was ever the same and they were adored. Their thoughts of a suicide pact slowly changed, focusing outward. They joy was unbearable. They

decided that assisted suicide was their future and applied for positions at the local nursing home.

Actually the title should have been unwanted assisted suicide, the fact is they never waited for someone to ask for their services but provided them in advance. Efficiency was

improved by eliminating all the paperwork of signed releases and whatnot. Was it a problem that everyone seemed to need unwanted assisted suicide? No, the need for death never ends