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06-25-2007, 05:45 PM
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Patrick Vykkers
Right Wing Wanker
 
: Jun 2006
: New Zealand
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IC:
Praetyre snatched his superior's keys and went over, opening the storage room door. He opened a little product fridge and took out a packet of Chill Pills. Praetyre closed the fridge door and storage room door as he went and casually tossed the keys back to his superior.

Praetyre went up to Arrack and looked sideways to avoid directly looking at his vomit inducing face as he shoved some Chill Pills down Arrack's throat. Arrack gobbled them up, bile seeping back into his mouth and making him weep bloody tears.
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Arrack continued to weep, the Chill Pills going into his throat. His sobbing grew weaker and weaker until it finally stopped and he was reduced to the level of a depressed Mudokon. He talked in a sad, depressed tone towards Slap;
"Mr Intern, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I lied to everyone. I lied to Praetyre, and to his family, and to the press. I didn't really commit suicide. I left that note there so I could start a new life. A new life! A new life! I don't know what happened, it's all a blur. But.. but..."
First, there was a flash of an enormous Slig beating Arrack until he was weeping and bruised and screaming in pain. Then, a burning image of Molluck in a dark, forgotten area of the factory and 10 unseen Sligs flashed in Arrack's mind. Then images of brightly dressed Intern's and a Vykker flashed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE MOMMY, BOSS, SIR! LET ME DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Domino began warbling in vague tones and had flashbacks of his own;
"DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. LET ME DIEE, MASTER! I WANT TO DIE! I HATE THE PETTICOAT AND BARBED WIRE! LET ME DIE!"
Domino fell to the floor and sobbed.
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