"I'll give you this since you have, after all, presented yourself as a worthy adversary of mine. Sadly, our meeting was ephemeral." He said.
He continued on, walking around my prone form that kneels on the ground. Twirling the gun in his hands and playfully cocking it.
"I forgot to say what I was going to give you, apologies. I'll give you this; Any last words?"
He said as he stopped playing with his gun and directly placing it on my forehead. He added this as an afterthought: 'Think about it, you might even get published in my book.'
I could hear his twin in the background, what he said made his brother snort.
"WHY THE FUCK DO GIANT SNAKES NEED TO USE SPIT AS A WEAPON!" He screamed. He must be having a hard time with my favorite pet, Yavin.
I grinned, red strands of hair now able to interact with my teeth. "Fuck you."
"How bold." He said as he pulled the trigger.
It came from my day-dream, don't even bother asking
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