Watch this. My target is that squirrel in the park below.
*I take a drag from my cigar, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, lazily looking down at the squirrel.* Good. Spawn of Satan, those rodents. *I blow a few smoke rings.* Ever seen their eyes? Pitch black. Mark of the beast, I say. Good riddance to bad rodents.
*I aim at the squirrel and shoot it in the head. The squirrel falls to the ground, twitching. I turn to you with a satisfied smile.* See? Easy.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
11 hours ago
Watch this. My target is that squirrel in the park below.
*I take a drag from my cigar, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, lazily looking down at the squirrel.* Good. Spawn of Satan, those rodents. *I blow a few smoke rings.* Ever seen their eyes? Pitch black. Mark of the beast, I say. Good riddance to bad rodents.
*I aim at the squirrel and shoot it in the head. The squirrel falls to the ground, twitching. I turn to you with a satisfied smile.* See? Easy.
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