I'm a Sick Killer
Bleh. Work. And I'm sick. And I can't think. People keep asking me questions, and I can't think enough to answer them.
I decide to watch Sex in the City. I guess I'm making everyone suffer through a marathon. Heh. It may make me feel better.
A fly keeps buzzing around the office. It just attacked Nicole. Now it's coming over to me.
"Land, Fucker."
He lands.
I pick up a rubber band and take aim. I let it go. *POP* Little fucker sails through the air. He lands on his back. Dead. Sorry.
"You just killed him with a rubber band?"
"Yes, I'm deadly with a rubber band."
"It trips me out how you kill flies with rubber bands."
I clean the dead fly up with a paper towel. No funeral. I simply throw him away. Garbage.