I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shot the,

I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shot the,

mayor. He can live, for now... He is a nice guy, for a weirdo.

I am not entirely sure what had caused this much hatred, but I will find an end to it.

I looked blankly at her, dumbfounded and not knowing what to say. Then realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My doppleganger was obviously to blame.

I was at that moment I lost my cool. I'd had it with my evil clone trying to sabotage my life! My first course of action would be to hail a cab, drive into town and order a massive

orgasm at the hands of a massage "therapist." But when I got to the parlor, my evil clone

was wearing a white smock & patted the massage table. "Face down please, no towel. relax." He began to massage my knotted back expertly, like he knew every vertebrae, which he did.

I was so relaxed after just a few minutes that I didn't notice that he'd removed my battery and disconnected my torso. Of course by then I could not move. Gently, he rubbed my

flux compasator and rocking back and forth kept saying to himself "It's all going to be alright now" over and over again.