"Mmmmm! Pastries!" Eats.
"Hey! He's not dead!" Shoots.
"Gah!" Falls over.
"Yay! He's dead!" Drinks.
"...he's not dead!" WHACK. "Eat birdbath, scum!" WHACK WHACK WHACK.
Drags. Splash.
"Heehehehehee."
LATER.
"Crap, he was alive in the water, too. Damn."
END.
....hum~
I am really sick of hearing about the Seahawks. Yeah, sure, it's great! They're going to the Super Bowl! I GET IT. GOD DAMN IT. I can't escape it. It's everywhere. I'm suffocating! SUFFOCATING.
And we have to babysit a bunch of children on Sunday, too....to raise money for Holden. It'll all be worth it. It'll all be worth it. I just have to keep repeating this to myself. Aaaaaagh. *dead*
And I think I might kill myself before I can manage to finish that stupid video game. ;;