in which jon is overwhelmed by the urge to kill

[enragedfetus]

It was huge. It was moving across the top of the wall opposite me, a mobile, brown stain on all that is domestic and familiar. I don't remember when my revulsion toward large, winged insects was programmed into me; it was probably wired somewhere between ancestral DNA and the poolside wasp attack when I was five. While I regard the prejudicial

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[exnil]

You know how everyone used to say that you would end up as a serial killer? Well, I think you just found your weapon of choice: the flamethrower (and a crowbar--to make sure they're dead). And then you'll write insightful and intelligent analyses of your actions in your private written journals

[enragedfetus]

Actually, I didn't know everyone used to say I'd end up a serial killer.

Hmm.

[enragedfetus]

Oh wait, yeah, now I remember.

Why wasn't that a yearbook superlative?

Most cunning, twisted, and deadly: