Angry.
I feel... angry.
I can't help it.
It's growing inside me… Like some alien creature is slowly eating me from the inside, awaiting the moment to burst.
It's already taunting me… filling me with horrible images of blood, flesh and broken bones.
*Grab him by the throat!* It whispers *And squeeze the life out of him*
I could do it… He wouldn't expect that. Oh no… not him… not from me.
The fool.
I resist… but the battle is lost in advance.
I mean… what can I do against that, THAT!?!?
It's unbearable.
I'm suffocating. The anger wants out. It NEEDS to get out NOW!
So tempting… *Stop him! Kill him!*
Not yet.
*DO IT!*
I can resist. I can stand this!
Just…
… a little…
…
… longer…
…
…
sigh!yes.
"… and the guy says : that's not the rare DNA modified leaspaerus aspirax;THAT'S MY WIFE!"
…And the blue bomber bursted out laughing.
As quickly and strongly as my actual states allows, I grab him by the collar and bring him an inch from my face:
"X… I like you a lot, I love you like a brother… but you will not…EVER AGAIN… try to make a joke while the both of us are drunk! CLEAR?!?"
Still shocked, he faintly nods.
Satisfied, I got up from my chair and went after another waitress… beer, I mean.
La fin.
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Don't bother telling me this was stupid… I know….
….
And NO! I'm neither drunk nor stoned at the moment, thank you! *hehehe*