Happy Birthday
or
Now My Classmates Know About My Morbid Sense Of Humor And Isn't That Just Dandy
(Two girls are running down a hallway, carrying guns. A group of thugs can be seen approaching.)
JESSIE: You take the left flank, I'll take the right.
NATASHA: Roger.
JESSIE: Minimal maiming Nat, I don't want more paperwork.
NATASHA (pouting): You take the fun out of everything.
(There are gunshot sounds as the two advance and move past the group of thugs.)
JESSIE: The target is in the west wing.
NATASHA (salutes mockingly): Yessir!
(Jessie rolls her eyes. They run down the hallway and find a scared looking man.)
JESSIE (mockingly): There you are Mr.Joseph. We have your birthday present.
NATASHA (lifts gun): Happy Birthday. (shoots him.)
[AN] This is the result of an unspecific English teacher, an overactive imagination, a morbid sense of humor and too much Black Widow.
(edit: 21/05/16: oh don't mind me just sweeping up some blinding spelling mistakes oh my god)
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