“Incapable of fastening our seat belts are we?”
Serenius confidently swaggered, with a hint of giddiness, towards a smashed up pile of meat.

A voice escaped the bloody flesh

“Fuck off you fucking cretin.”

Serenius pulled out a handgun.

“Fucking do it”

Serenius unloaded his clip unto the mince meat which was too thin to absorb the bullets.

They ricocheted off the pavement and straight into Serenius’ dick.


-The end

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