Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Seventy-⊗ne

Since the twerp is too difficult to turn, I'm just supposed to make him have an accident. No I'm not. Yes I am.

What kind of accident?

Hm.

Hit by a car? Too obvious. Too obvious.

Um...

Well, the dragon-thing isn't a problem anymore. Or a dragon. I'll take credit for that. No I won't. I messed with his eyes a little. It was just a gecko. No it wasn't. But he's sort of unconscious now. Yes he is. The boy. Not the gecko. Exactly. Good.

Right. Thrown off a building? Too contrived. No it's not. That could work. No it couldn't.

Well, I'll let you know if I manage something. No I won't. Gotta be a secret. No it doesn't. I love bragging.

4 reviews:

Janus said...

A cockroach? Easy. Step on it. Or acid. Or neurotoxin. Or fire. Well, I'd rather he was one of us. No I wouldn't. Yes I would. But since he won't be, we have to get rid of him. Sorry. No I'm not.

Justice said...

Ah, hello again, Douche 1 and Douche 2. Go drown in a fire. Leave my brother be.

Lizard said...

Or perhaps, go drown in neurotoxin.
It WAS your idea, Janus.

J(x)hn The Dreamer said...

Joce. Go out with a boom.

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