ROM

“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.

“YOU CUNT”

-The end

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