"JESUS CHRIST!"
"Again, huh?"
"The fuck do you think?"
Here it was, again.
Goddamn bastards....
Skf....skf....Graffiti was real fuckin hard to scrub.
"Hehehe....hahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
He was done now. Now with the graffiti, no. But he was done.
"What an asshole..."
"Can you BELIEVE he did that?"
"Snrk...."
He wiped his nose, winding his arms. "Bullshit ass fuckin' bitches....I'll rip yah to goddamn pieces....I'll kill yah! Every last goddamn one of yah! I'll.."
".....fuuuuuuuck."
God motherfucking dammit.
God...
MOTHERFUCKING....
DAMMIT!
"I'm going through some things right now...Can I...talk to you?"
"Yah know yah can, sweetheart!"
"Kingy....I'm scared...."
"Hey, no need! I'm right here!"
SHUFF!
"GAH!"
"It's all your fault."
What...?
SNK!
"It's just survival. You understand, right?"
The hell...?
"AGH!"
"We..."
"Don't..."
"Need..."
"You."
"You fucking jesters. You goddamn motherfucking comedians..."
He picked himself up, spit a bloody wad, and clenched his fists.
"I'm down, yah bastards...."
He dusted himself off.
"But I ain't out!"
And he wouldn't be anytime soon. Not without a fight. And the stubborn worthless bastard had plenty of motherfucking fight left.
"IM COMIN FOR YAH ALL, YAH GODDAMN WHORES!!!!! MARK MY DAMN WORDS!"
Afterall...
Absence makes the heart fonder, doesn't it?
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King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate
RandomAhhh, here we are again...For the last time.
