Khojin house, a house of passion

Knojin

When Gino comes to, he's laying down behind the counter, of the register, looking at the ceiling, the last thing he remembers is saying something about a grandpa? Oh, right. As the pain settles into his somehow still functioning body, the memories from the last few hours of falling in and out of despair and consciousness, with the help and support of GSC are now flooding back to him. However. he doesn't have time to bask in the moments of peace he has at that moment. because they do not exist. he can sense it like animals sense natural disaster That chaos will ensue within the next minute or so. The fact that he can also hear the distant screaming of khojin from about 20 blocks away is also a good indicator.

Gino Pry's himself off of the recently mopped, yet somehow still sticky floor. And begins to load his gun for not what he considers to be the worst, but is pretty close to it. about ten seconds later, khojin comes bursting through the wall that somehow always tends to repair itself. And is about 10 feet from the actual door, and much less convenient.
"AYE, GINO WHE-" before khojin can press his non existent lips together to say the fist pep to pep-pep-pepperoni pizza, Gino unloads 17 rounds between khojin's eyes out of his hand gun that can only hold 6. He enjoys the 16 seconds of bliss before khojin with his cruel sadistic games revives himself like the anti Christ abomination that he is.
Khojin's bones crack and reform as he stands back up to look a Gino with his blank, cold dead eyes. "Wow Gino, that. That uh really hurts, I uh, didn't know you felt that way. I'm uh. I'm very sorry that's where are friendship has gone-"
"Why must you play these games with me kjojin." Gino says, with a facial expression that looks like the emotional equivalent to sticker remains left on a mirror. Khojin pipes up "I do not know what you speak of Gino, but I do know this, I want, my GOD DAMN. PE-"
"Yeah? You want ya fuckin pep pep fucking pizza khojin? I bet ya do, I also want things, in fact, I want a lot of things, you know what? Why don't I make a list, number one on my list, my wife and children back. Number two, you to be crushed by 1700 cinder blocks to death one by one, Number three, I want your armless shit stain of a father do get his dick stuck in very rat trap known to man, And that's just shit I can remember off the top of my fuckin head, so next time you want something from me, try and see if you can get me at least one of those things."
If khojin had a mouth, and overall, the ability to express emotion, he would look like the surprised pikachu meme, but sad. "Oh...well. Alright Gino I understand. I uh. I guess I'll just go. I won't bother you anymore. Khojin turns around and slowly walks out the door. "Yeah, get out, take ya fuckin tim-" Gino is interrupted by khojin unexpectedly wipping around to face him "PSYCH!" Yells khojin as he shoots gino in both of his kneecaps, Gino falls to the ground and cries out in severe pain. "EEEEWUUUUUEGGUEGGEGEGEGGEEEEUUEUEG" khojin then tramples Gino to go into the kitchen, bulldozes gay spaghetti chef to grab pepperoni he had just recently purchased out of his hands as he escapes through the ceiling.