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I met this guy yesterday. He had lovely hair and a nice smile and he was
mildly amusing. Then he takes out our Shania Twain tape and puts one of his
in.
"I love this," he says, "'specially Tina" and in horror I back away from him
as "Two in A Million" blasts into the room. The room shakes and the dog
howled in blind agony and ran from the room yelping. I collapsed in a chair
holding my bleeding ears and i watched as my friend Zoe fell to her knees
clutching her heart and burst into flames screaming. The guy in question was
sitting with an inane grin on his face and his eyes weren't blinking and it
seemed he was picking up messages beyond the song words. He picked up a
knife and came towards me singing the words to the song and smiling madly. I
kicked wildly at his head fracturing his skull with my boots. His grey brain
oozed out mingled with white bone and scarlet blood. Then i realized his
face was a mask and it was John from Sclub7 actually. I got extra mad now
and kicked him where his balls SHOULD have been and he gasped and fell to
the floor in a pool of his blood and spit. Then Zoes mom came into the room
to see what the noise was.....
Fin.
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