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"Whistle while you work!"
*Whistle whistle whistle whistle*
"Hehehe!"
Johnny was enjoying his second go (A.N: This story takes place after Nny attacks the café the first time.) at Café le Prick. He was enjoying it quite a bit. He pounded here and rammed there and sang and was generally having a good old time. Well, up until he heard a second set of giggles coming from the door. He furrowed his brow and looked up from his un- popped-popcorn-toenail-soda-can fun (A.N: *Shrugs* Use your imagination.) in a curious manner and saw Squee's sister. She was standing in the doorway (A.N: Don't ask how she got in, cuz I don't know), clutching at her hair like it was a lifeline. Her widened eyes were staring at nothing in particular, (A.N: Actually, she was staring at the carnage in front of her, but it didn't look like she was looking at anything.) but she was laughing without humor, like a dead person would if their voice box still functioned. Nny sighed and rubbed at his face frustratedly. There went his fun. See it go? Whoosh. There it went.
Nny stood upright after slashing (A.N: Blah. What a boring word.) at his current victim's throat. Then he went over to Ly and pushed her back outside, turned back around, threw in a Molotov Cocktail*, and hurriedly dragged Ly to a safer place. In a matter of moments, Café le Prick was engulfed in flames. (A.N: Yay!)
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*A Molotov Cocktail is something like a breakable container filled with a flammable substance and topped off with a rag (soaked in the flammable substance) for a wick, which is lit and thrown at something. It makes a little explosion and covers everything it touches in flames.
"Whistle while you work!"
*Whistle whistle whistle whistle*
"Hehehe!"
Johnny was enjoying his second go (A.N: This story takes place after Nny attacks the café the first time.) at Café le Prick. He was enjoying it quite a bit. He pounded here and rammed there and sang and was generally having a good old time. Well, up until he heard a second set of giggles coming from the door. He furrowed his brow and looked up from his un- popped-popcorn-toenail-soda-can fun (A.N: *Shrugs* Use your imagination.) in a curious manner and saw Squee's sister. She was standing in the doorway (A.N: Don't ask how she got in, cuz I don't know), clutching at her hair like it was a lifeline. Her widened eyes were staring at nothing in particular, (A.N: Actually, she was staring at the carnage in front of her, but it didn't look like she was looking at anything.) but she was laughing without humor, like a dead person would if their voice box still functioned. Nny sighed and rubbed at his face frustratedly. There went his fun. See it go? Whoosh. There it went.
Nny stood upright after slashing (A.N: Blah. What a boring word.) at his current victim's throat. Then he went over to Ly and pushed her back outside, turned back around, threw in a Molotov Cocktail*, and hurriedly dragged Ly to a safer place. In a matter of moments, Café le Prick was engulfed in flames. (A.N: Yay!)
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*A Molotov Cocktail is something like a breakable container filled with a flammable substance and topped off with a rag (soaked in the flammable substance) for a wick, which is lit and thrown at something. It makes a little explosion and covers everything it touches in flames.