THUD!
I look around and
"HOLY FUCK I DID IT THAT SON OF A BITCH IS DEAD IN THE FUCKING GROUND" I say, realizing I had killed the target, one "Jerry Seinfeld".
I killed him at the exact point that would've stopped the bee movie from being produced.
Mankind is now sin-free.
I cross him off the list. Then, I think 'How the fuck did I get him without my memory returnin?'. The answer is, who the fuck cares.
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Parmesan Hooligan
General FictionA non-sequitur story about a time traveling time traveler that time travels in an amnesia inducing time machine. There will be death. maybe. probably not. I can't really remember. Get some popcorn, and set it aside, because tide pods are a option! E...
