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Should’ve killed them all!
You...! You stupid git! You get tired and I have to suffer the bloody consequences! This is the last time I look out for your damned interests. Never-you-mind it was the first.
“Oh, be good Hyde,” you tells me. “People’ll start tolerating you” you say. Well tell you what, you wanker... You can take that idea and shove it up your ass!
As you read this, you’re probably wondering just why I’m in a tiff. Let me educate you, dear Doctor:
I decided to take your advice, after all, once I become the sole possessor of your pathetic body it wouldn’t do me right to have these idiots coming after me. Besides, I was feeling down right amiable, if not subdued thanks to you running yourself ragged trying to rid of me.
So, I come across the scullery-maid first, give her a tip of m’hat and went on my way regardless of wanting to make her squirm. Sat down, ate, had a cup of tea - the alcoholic kind, of course - then watched ol’ Guv get himself a bite from the pouf.
That’s when things started getting interesting, well, besides the fact that it seemed the ponce was near creaming his knickers. Don’t blame him, really. Maybe you should get yourself a bite or three, loosen you up, eh? Then again, the idea of even getting stiff makes you blanch. Bloody prude.
Your idea of a good time with a woman is talking her to death about your studies.
The bint and her boy come on in, rushing off toward the laboratory where they start banging at the door. I, being the right gentlemen I aimed to be, let them know that you were sleep. Apparently the boy had told me to stay away from Catherine. Funny, I didn’t recall that, probably because I was ignoring him. So I told him just that.
Know what he did then, Guv? Take a look in the mirror. See that nice shiner? That’s right.
All hell broke loose then, as you can well imagine. Can’t tell you the greater details of the fight, only that the bitch and pouf decided to get their licks in, and neither of our poor-boys didn’t come out unscathed as you can probably well feel - not that you’ve used them for anything else besides getting to know yourself on a very personal level.
You might not need them, but I sure as hell do.
I’m definitely going to kill him, Jekyll. Just so you know when next you wake with blood on your hands. I’m going to make sure I cut off his knackers and shove them down his throat, string up his intestines around the parlour like party favors and hang him by his fucking tongue, maybe even give them to the ol’ cook for an entree.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if your bint had herself a little Heathcliff snack? What do you think she’ll start on first? Those lips she’s constantly feasting upon, or maybe something a little more...desirable? Probably the only time the boy could get into a woman’s mouth.
Face others and offer my apologies, indeed! If that bitch believed that, then I’d have to question your judgment on the mentality of the women you choose.
At least one good thing came out of the night, I proved to one that not all men kiss like a fish.
HA!
You...! You stupid git! You get tired and I have to suffer the bloody consequences! This is the last time I look out for your damned interests. Never-you-mind it was the first.
“Oh, be good Hyde,” you tells me. “People’ll start tolerating you” you say. Well tell you what, you wanker... You can take that idea and shove it up your ass!
As you read this, you’re probably wondering just why I’m in a tiff. Let me educate you, dear Doctor:
I decided to take your advice, after all, once I become the sole possessor of your pathetic body it wouldn’t do me right to have these idiots coming after me. Besides, I was feeling down right amiable, if not subdued thanks to you running yourself ragged trying to rid of me.
So, I come across the scullery-maid first, give her a tip of m’hat and went on my way regardless of wanting to make her squirm. Sat down, ate, had a cup of tea - the alcoholic kind, of course - then watched ol’ Guv get himself a bite from the pouf.
That’s when things started getting interesting, well, besides the fact that it seemed the ponce was near creaming his knickers. Don’t blame him, really. Maybe you should get yourself a bite or three, loosen you up, eh? Then again, the idea of even getting stiff makes you blanch. Bloody prude.
Your idea of a good time with a woman is talking her to death about your studies.
The bint and her boy come on in, rushing off toward the laboratory where they start banging at the door. I, being the right gentlemen I aimed to be, let them know that you were sleep. Apparently the boy had told me to stay away from Catherine. Funny, I didn’t recall that, probably because I was ignoring him. So I told him just that.
Know what he did then, Guv? Take a look in the mirror. See that nice shiner? That’s right.
All hell broke loose then, as you can well imagine. Can’t tell you the greater details of the fight, only that the bitch and pouf decided to get their licks in, and neither of our poor-boys didn’t come out unscathed as you can probably well feel - not that you’ve used them for anything else besides getting to know yourself on a very personal level.
You might not need them, but I sure as hell do.
I’m definitely going to kill him, Jekyll. Just so you know when next you wake with blood on your hands. I’m going to make sure I cut off his knackers and shove them down his throat, string up his intestines around the parlour like party favors and hang him by his fucking tongue, maybe even give them to the ol’ cook for an entree.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if your bint had herself a little Heathcliff snack? What do you think she’ll start on first? Those lips she’s constantly feasting upon, or maybe something a little more...desirable? Probably the only time the boy could get into a woman’s mouth.
Face others and offer my apologies, indeed! If that bitch believed that, then I’d have to question your judgment on the mentality of the women you choose.
At least one good thing came out of the night, I proved to one that not all men kiss like a fish.
HA!