Johnny-Boy sighed and went back to floating around in the back of our mind. I ran for a little before I saw this thing, it was like a little walking garden gnome, except it didn't have a knife like the ones back home. Currently it was barging rainbows into a bush, weird.
"I wonder if it bleeds rainbows too," I whispered.
I crept up slowly behind it and stabbed it in the back. It screamed a little bit and I stabbed it some more. Turns out gnomes bleed purple, not rainbows, kinda disappointing.
Only you would find that disappointing.
"Oh come on, I could tell you were a little curious too."
Purely for science reasons.
"Sure Johnny, sure. You know, you're a lot more like me than you care to admit."
No I'm not. You are a insane manic, I'm not.
"One of us is a murderer, and the other, is an insane manic. But who is truly the threat? Face it Johnny, you have almost a higher body count than I do. Almost."
Johnny-Boy didn't respond. He knew I was right. That's why no one but the Accachallas hired him any more. Everyone else was scared. But, oh well, back to murder.
(I'm kinda having writers block so this chapter wasn't much. I got the idea from the picture at the top, which goes with this,
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