part two of the story that blew all other stories to little pieces of shit. Enjoy!
(Tell the foreigner to speak up. Where is my coat? Where are my pants? Where is my belt, why is there blood on the coffeetable? My coffeetable. Flip it! I can see a hole, rabbit must have put the thing in it.
Chapter 2
Wait. If the thing is in the hole, then why is rabbbit dead? Why is this blood ruining my coffeetable? Signs. I can't get it out of my head. I am not going crazy. Pick up the drumsticks. I just can't...-
"Just beat it!" -Turn off the radio! Child-molesting little bitch.
Whoever knows I'm here, doesn't want to see me breathing fishes, six feet deep - eyes closed... Or else i would have already been dead.
The foreigner starts to talk. "Bing so ahkbaluth. Sara so di mang bikko lat" Distance, difference and the language barrier sabotaged my mission. "Buth" was the last word the poor man spoke before I shot him right in the face. The bullet made him look like Jack Spijkerman, a dutch fool. "Khatt!" Appearently he survived the first bullet. I shot him again. The second bullet made him look like Dolf Jansen. The bullets didn't do him any good, unless he badly wanted to look like Jack Spijkerman or Dolf Jansen, which is very hard to believe. I didn't believe foreigners anyway. I believe in coincidences. I guess that is why Rabbit used to call me
Jack Vongar)
The book was great, it really got to me. I wondered why anybody would leave it on top of a building. Maybe the owner of the book was finished reading, or he planned to come back some other day and continue the reading. I dind't know. Guessing was all i had.
Chapter 2
Wait. If the thing is in the hole, then why is rabbbit dead? Why is this blood ruining my coffeetable? Signs. I can't get it out of my head. I am not going crazy. Pick up the drumsticks. I just can't...-
"Just beat it!" -Turn off the radio! Child-molesting little bitch.
Whoever knows I'm here, doesn't want to see me breathing fishes, six feet deep - eyes closed... Or else i would have already been dead.
The foreigner starts to talk. "Bing so ahkbaluth. Sara so di mang bikko lat" Distance, difference and the language barrier sabotaged my mission. "Buth" was the last word the poor man spoke before I shot him right in the face. The bullet made him look like Jack Spijkerman, a dutch fool. "Khatt!" Appearently he survived the first bullet. I shot him again. The second bullet made him look like Dolf Jansen. The bullets didn't do him any good, unless he badly wanted to look like Jack Spijkerman or Dolf Jansen, which is very hard to believe. I didn't believe foreigners anyway. I believe in coincidences. I guess that is why Rabbit used to call me
Jack Vongar)
The book was great, it really got to me. I wondered why anybody would leave it on top of a building. Maybe the owner of the book was finished reading, or he planned to come back some other day and continue the reading. I dind't know. Guessing was all i had.