Just a little something. Hope you like it.
Oh, what a magnificent prison I've chosen for myself
Oh, what a magnificent prison I've chosen for myself. I never thought it would come to this; demeaned to chasing him in this lowest of forms. Having to eat, to sleep, to breathe…it's disgusting.
I suppose that's why I do my best to hack away the flesh. I want out.
But I must stay. He must be destroyed. One way or another.
Here's one way. He's leaving with his bodyguards.
I grip the knife. One way or another.
But they see my approach. I make up a lame excuse to see them off. They eat it up, then depart.
Dammit. Time for plan B.
Well, what'ja think? R&R is always appreciated.