Contains:
- swearing
- occasional killing sprees
- no vampires, werewolves etc.
- no Easter Bunnies, fairies etc.
"Where the fuck is it?!" Finn interrupted me once again by hitting the little garden gnome across the face, again. Seriously, this is kind of aggravating. Can't you just get a stupid task done? Find a bad person, kill the bad person. It’s logical thinking! If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you move on! But no, you must feel power rush through your tiny balls first.
“Alright, Finn you had your fun, let’s go! Hurry up!” I kindly demanded from my beloved brother who in response, took his gun out, shot the cute little elf right between the eyes, putting him in deep, permanent sleep. There, job done.