Snippet #1543240

"Aw, word? And after I spent night after night spending all my hard earned dimes on liquor at her place? She has to be like that? That bitch is gonna find out there's another muse in this town. It's the muse of horrible spine-wrenchingly godawful anguish. Weapons can't kill a kitten? Well we'll see what she thinks when my weapons kill her entire family friends and clientele not that it will matter because she's going to be following them pretty soon and by "soon" I mean after several years of horrific torture until I get bored and she won't think I'm a coward after I burst into her place with an AK and an SK and punch several fine bullet holes through her goddamn head so she has to choose what piehole she wants to cough up blood from. AND THEN I AM GONNA BEND HER OVER HER OWN BAR AND SODOMIZE HER LIKE A TWO-DOLLAR WHORE."

At this point, she had jumped up on a crate, and clenched her fist, thankfully facing away from Ed as she raved, sparing him the trouble of dodging the shower of spit. She huffed and puffed a bit, and then glanced sidelong down at Edward. "Er...with a strap-on, of course."