Dykesbian spits in Suffercunt's cereal.
Suffercunt screams and slaps the cereal off the counter,
sending it crashing agaisnt the wall.
What the fuck, dude?
Admit it. You're lying to yourself.
Fuck you.
responded Suffercunt.
To death.
continued Suffercunt.
I know all about your little charade
You think you have everyone fooled,
but you're only fooling yourself.
To death, bro.
continued Suffercunt
Dykesbian couldn't hear the retort.
Her only concern was yelling
over the howling wind.
GET OVER THE MADE UP FANTASY IN YOUR HEAD!
YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF!
Dykesbian couldn't see her
former sidekick anymore.
Milk, cereal, and presumeably spit
were whipping around the room
as the winds picked up.
Dykesbian opted towards pantomime
and looking very angry
in order to convey how very angry she was.
PUT YOUR BRAIN ON RIGHT!
LOOK AT THE WORLD AROUND YOU!
DEEP DOWN YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOU'RE NOT TELLING THE TRUTH!
YOU FUCKING MORON!
A flying shard of ceramic
had slit the throat of Suffercunt 3 minutes ago
who died unceremoniously and
unforgiven.
Her body was too heavy to be affected by the wind.