“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.