- You're a loser, Blaine. Kurt will find out soon enough. You should leave him to us and spare the embarrassment –Everett said while Oggbert assented with his head.
- Cut it! I can't stand this anymore!
- Oh, the little queer can't stand our critics. Call the police- Oggbert replied.
Blaine went inside his room –No, no police- he said as he walked back into the living room with a knife in his hand.
- Wow, easy boy! –Everett said nervously.
- No, I'm done with this- replied Blaine as he ran towards Everett and cut his throat with the knife -And now it's your turn- he said as he came closer to the defenseless Oggbert.
- Please! You don't have to do this! Stop!
But Blaine wasn't listening. He was already ripping open Oggbert's chest. And he had plans for his little brothers.
First, he'd remove the hearts. Based on his own experience, it was best cooked first. All bloody and fresh, it was the perfect appetizer. Then the brain. Frying it was particularly tricky, but one of the things he enjoyed the most. But before starting cooking, he had a phone call to make.
- She's dead, this is her son.
- Sweetie? It's me, Blaine.
- Oh, hi there. What's the matter?
- Hey, wanna come over for dinner? I was just thinking... As you treated me with your brothers the last time... Well what I mean is the only person I'd ever share my brothers with is you.
- Oh, Blaine! You make me so happy. And it was about time you got rid of those annoying relatives of yours. I love you so much.
- I love you, too, darling. So... 8.30?
– Sounds perfect. I can't wait.