"Look at what we have here."
"You think this guy is still alive?"
"I don't know. Probably should check out his pulse. Hear a beat or two y'know?"
"All right, all right. I'll do one of those beat check or some shit"
1,2,3,4,5
"Yeah he's dead all right."
"Nah he ain't"
"I checked and his pulse went from 2 beats per second instead of 1!"
"What the hell you talking about, Joe? You know that's not how it works!"
"Shut the hell up, Diego. You ain't a doctor"
"And you ain't no smarty"
"Well then lets go grab the other dead bodies before they rot. We'll check this guy again later"
And there they went. Perfect. Of all the skills I've mastered, playing dead is one of my best abilities.
Greetings. Currently I'm stuck in some shitty hole filled with dead bodies and what seems to be a pig's paradise; muddy floors to muddy walls. Don't get me wrong, I ain't no psychopath who just randomly found his way into a place where nobody would take a breather in. I'm just a guy who was randomly kidnapped by three random guys who sees me as a prodigy. More commonly known as 'The Fear'. I don't know what type of weed they've been smoking at the time, because they sounded like a bunch of retards ready for employment down with the circus freaks that recently toured in my city. Except I don't remember when exactly was the date. Anyways, these circus freaks weren't even finished with the whole kidnapping act and asked me to join in for the last act which kinda sounds like a prank to me. So I thought, why the fuck not. And with that type of mindset, I soon realised I was in the REAL DEAL. Sometimes, its just hard to notice if its a prank or not when you're signing up to be an assassin coordinated by The Three Stooges. And thus, here I am. Assigned into a large warehouse, here to find codename ROCK and eliminate him. For what? I don't fucking know. Because all the shit that matters now, is to kill the bastard, get the fuck out and embrace the money. Great job, ain't it?
