Subhuman Niceguy
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In Minecraft,
I would wait outside of their apartment or house, with a small towel drenched in either, and when they walked out to walk their dog, I’d pounce on them!
The next thing the person realizes when they finally wake up from the either - is that they are tied up, dangling on top of a giant tank full of sharks.
“Who’s laughing now?”, I would ask, as I stepped out from the shadows.
“Please! I remember you from high school - I’m sorry for making fun of you - I should not have started those rumors about you, that was wrong!”, they would shout.
“Well, my heart has grown cold after 30 years of being a kissless virgin, so thanks - but no thanks”, I would reply, as I took out a large knife that I had hidden in my pants.
I would twirl the knife in my hand, and look down at the sharks in the tank.
“After all these years - I just want you to know how it feels to be stabbed in the back”, I would say right before the blade entered their spine.
The sound of the person screaming out in agony would be so annoying that I would have to cover my ears.
“Dinner Time!”, I would jokingly shout down to the sharks, as I held the knife to the top of the rope just over the person’s head.
“Sharks can smell a drop of blood in the water from miles away - so, I wouldn’t want to be you right about now in 3,2,1”.
I would wait outside of their apartment or house, with a small towel drenched in either, and when they walked out to walk their dog, I’d pounce on them!
The next thing the person realizes when they finally wake up from the either - is that they are tied up, dangling on top of a giant tank full of sharks.
“Who’s laughing now?”, I would ask, as I stepped out from the shadows.
“Please! I remember you from high school - I’m sorry for making fun of you - I should not have started those rumors about you, that was wrong!”, they would shout.
“Well, my heart has grown cold after 30 years of being a kissless virgin, so thanks - but no thanks”, I would reply, as I took out a large knife that I had hidden in my pants.
I would twirl the knife in my hand, and look down at the sharks in the tank.
“After all these years - I just want you to know how it feels to be stabbed in the back”, I would say right before the blade entered their spine.
The sound of the person screaming out in agony would be so annoying that I would have to cover my ears.
“Dinner Time!”, I would jokingly shout down to the sharks, as I held the knife to the top of the rope just over the person’s head.
“Sharks can smell a drop of blood in the water from miles away - so, I wouldn’t want to be you right about now in 3,2,1”.