>>8813"As far as I'm concerned, your literary skill level is honorary at best, a mere spectacle begging to be stomped into the ground; unfortunate, as most spectacles are destined to disappear forever"; i spin around him, my chest converging with his, nose-to-nose
>>8815"...a missile, my vision obscured by sunglasses, directly into the heart"; i fire
>>8812"I've been waiting for this moment, professor. Forgiveness isn't in my vocabulary"; i glance between him and the girl, a cold smile creeping on my face
>>8816"This is it, serpent: your whole existence, reduced to a vulnerable, wretched thing desperate for oxygen; and I, the only one impotent enough to cut your head off"; i take a step closer, my right fist clenched tight
