The Tale of Benji Shapiro

Part III: The Baking

All of a sudden, Benji turned violent. He jumped off the bed in a fit of rage, and violently yanked Michelle down to the ground.

I ran for the door, but Benji was not having it. He grabbed his pistol and threatened to shoot me if I did not cooperate. I reluctantly gave in, and sat down in front of him. Seemingly out of nowhere, Benji accused me of being an anti-Semite and kicked me in the throat, all while Michelle lay on the floor unconscious. I knew something had to be done. 

I stood up, kicked Benji in the groin, and grabbed the iron laying on his bedside table. I pressed it onto Benji's skin, leaving him defenseless.

I struggled slightly, but eventually managed to push him into the kitchen. The oven had been left open, and I saw an opportunity; I pushed Benji inside, and left him in for two hours.

By the time the baking was complete, all that was left of Benji were six million ashes.

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