"I'm sorry for everything I've done—period."
Oscar the condemned criminal stood silently in front of the opposing bronze chair, staring menacingly at his crotch.
"I'd like everyone to know that I failed school, I failed my dreams, my love-life was a shamble, my whole life was a scam, I hated my parents, I ate my brothers, and I killed my only friend, my dad." blurted the dead-man: "If I could, I would revive Satan, and bear him 3 children,"
He was cut off sharply by a masked figure, who clasped a sweaty hand across his jaw, and dunked him into a pool of acid, before hauling him out by the teeth and lopping off his fizzing arms. Oscar gurgled helplessly, halfway to hell. His spasming torso was chucked onto a surgeon's table with a small splash spraying corrosive blood in a small shower. The executioner picked a butcher's knife up, and fished the boy's dirty beating heart out, squishing it in one swift motion. Still splurting, he discarded it by shoving it down Oscars throat. Now he plopped the dead carcass upon the electric chair, and galvanised the unmoving body one last time with an intake of 2600 volts.
The burly man left the dark, plain room, leaving Oscar with his bloody detached hands clasping their own head, foaming by the mouth stuffed with a purple heart, full of regret and sin. Blood dripped down onto the prisoner's calves, splotched with red circles from the acid bath.
Then Timmy put it between a bun, and cheerfully ate it, while skipping out of the prison ward, and into the horizon, gaily humming the Russian national Anthem.