and the both of
them fell on the floor giggling and laughing and roaring and Tony
leaned forward in his seat, I knew it,
I knew the rat bastads were gonna do it, Jesus krist
they gripe my shit the rotten bastads, the dirty rotten bastads; and
Harry and Marion suddenly stopped, simultaneously, fondling each
other as the smell of the popper titillated their noses and they sat
up and leaned into the aroma and looked at the people sitting and
lying around, giggling and roaring with laughter, Hey man lay one on
us, and a yellow popper came floating through the air and Harry
grabbed it and he and Marion lay down, side by side, their bodies
almost penetrating each other, and Harry snapped the popper and they
both breathed deeply and held tight to each other as their bodies
started to vibrate and their heads whirled and for a moment it felt
as if they would die, but then they started to laugh and push even
harder against each other, grinding with their laughter, the popper
jammed between their noses; and Tony leaned forward even further, You
scum bag muthafuckas I got ya fuckin strawberry douche ya douche bag
pricks, and he raised his right hand and aimed the old .22 target
pistol he was holding at the set, you aint fuckin with me any more ya
rotten pricks, cockteasin me along with ya goddamn shows an then
shove it up my ass wit that fuckin bullshit when Im waitin ta see
what happened; and everyone had a popper up their nose and were
rolling and scratching and sweating and laughing and Tony peered even
harder at the set, Ya been fuckin wit me long enough with ya fuckin
dog food, and douche bags, and under fuckin arms an no smell shit
paper, he was yelling louder and louder, his face as red as the
others who were sweating behind the poppers, and they watched and
listened to him as they stared through sweat stung eyes, hysterical
with laughter, YA HEAR ME? EH? IVE HAD YA BULLSHIT YA FUCKIN PRICKS,
and he squeezed the trigger and the first slug hit the tube dead
center and there was a mild explosion that momentarily covered the
hysterical laughter and Tonys screaming and sparks and flames burst
out at an angle and huge hunks of thick glass assailed the room as
smoke drifted up and around the set and Tony stood up screaming
hysterically, I GOT YA NOW YA MUTHAS CUNT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHA,
and he fired another shot into the dying television set, YA GONNA GET
EVERYTHINS THATS COMMIN TO YA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, and another shot
went into the crumbling body, HOW DO YA LIKE IT? EH? HOW DO YA LIKE
IT YA PUNK ASSED MUTHA FUCKA, and he kept edging toward the set and
fired another shot into the smoking remains of the once noble set, YA
THOUGHT YA COULD GET AWAY WIT IT, EH? DIDN YA? EH? and the others
continued to watch and laugh and shake as he put one more slug into
the body as he continued walking toward it and then he stood over it,
savoring the last slug, glaring, grinning, and gloating at the
shattered and smoldering remains, watching the spastic sparks leap
and crawl then shoot along the electrical cord and burst and fizz as
they reached the socket and smoke curled from the burned wire and
plug, and Tony started to drool slightly as he watched the set
tremble under his gaze, as it shook and begged for mercy, for one
more chance, I'll never do it again Tony, I swear on my mudders head,
Tony, pleeze, pleeze, give me anotha chance, Tony, I'll make it
right, I swear, I swear on my mudders head I'll make it right for ya
Tony, and Tony sneered at the set as it begged and pleaded, Tonys
whole being filled with contempt for the sniveling sonofa-bitch,
CHANCE??? CHANCE???? I GOT YA FUCKIN CHANCE, SWINGIN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA,
YA CANT EVEN DIE LIKE A MAN YA PUNK SON OF A BITCH, pleeze, Tony,
pleeze . . . dont shoot, pi— SHAT UP, PUNK, and Tonys expression
was bulging with contempt as he twisted and looked the set right in
the eye and told it in a soft, vicious voice, Suck on this, and fired
the last shot into the trembling and still pleading body of
them fell on the floor giggling and laughing and roaring and Tony
leaned forward in his seat, I knew it,
I knew the rat bastads were gonna do it, Jesus krist
they gripe my shit the rotten bastads, the dirty rotten bastads; and
Harry and Marion suddenly stopped, simultaneously, fondling each
other as the smell of the popper titillated their noses and they sat
up and leaned into the aroma and looked at the people sitting and
lying around, giggling and roaring with laughter, Hey man lay one on
us, and a yellow popper came floating through the air and Harry
grabbed it and he and Marion lay down, side by side, their bodies
almost penetrating each other, and Harry snapped the popper and they
both breathed deeply and held tight to each other as their bodies
started to vibrate and their heads whirled and for a moment it felt
as if they would die, but then they started to laugh and push even
harder against each other, grinding with their laughter, the popper
jammed between their noses; and Tony leaned forward even further, You
scum bag muthafuckas I got ya fuckin strawberry douche ya douche bag
pricks, and he raised his right hand and aimed the old .22 target
pistol he was holding at the set, you aint fuckin with me any more ya
rotten pricks, cockteasin me along with ya goddamn shows an then
shove it up my ass wit that fuckin bullshit when Im waitin ta see
what happened; and everyone had a popper up their nose and were
rolling and scratching and sweating and laughing and Tony peered even
harder at the set, Ya been fuckin wit me long enough with ya fuckin
dog food, and douche bags, and under fuckin arms an no smell shit
paper, he was yelling louder and louder, his face as red as the
others who were sweating behind the poppers, and they watched and
listened to him as they stared through sweat stung eyes, hysterical
with laughter, YA HEAR ME? EH? IVE HAD YA BULLSHIT YA FUCKIN PRICKS,
and he squeezed the trigger and the first slug hit the tube dead
center and there was a mild explosion that momentarily covered the
hysterical laughter and Tonys screaming and sparks and flames burst
out at an angle and huge hunks of thick glass assailed the room as
smoke drifted up and around the set and Tony stood up screaming
hysterically, I GOT YA NOW YA MUTHAS CUNT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHA,
and he fired another shot into the dying television set, YA GONNA GET
EVERYTHINS THATS COMMIN TO YA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, and another shot
went into the crumbling body, HOW DO YA LIKE IT? EH? HOW DO YA LIKE
IT YA PUNK ASSED MUTHA FUCKA, and he kept edging toward the set and
fired another shot into the smoking remains of the once noble set, YA
THOUGHT YA COULD GET AWAY WIT IT, EH? DIDN YA? EH? and the others
continued to watch and laugh and shake as he put one more slug into
the body as he continued walking toward it and then he stood over it,
savoring the last slug, glaring, grinning, and gloating at the
shattered and smoldering remains, watching the spastic sparks leap
and crawl then shoot along the electrical cord and burst and fizz as
they reached the socket and smoke curled from the burned wire and
plug, and Tony started to drool slightly as he watched the set
tremble under his gaze, as it shook and begged for mercy, for one
more chance, I'll never do it again Tony, I swear on my mudders head,
Tony, pleeze, pleeze, give me anotha chance, Tony, I'll make it
right, I swear, I swear on my mudders head I'll make it right for ya
Tony, and Tony sneered at the set as it begged and pleaded, Tonys
whole being filled with contempt for the sniveling sonofa-bitch,
CHANCE??? CHANCE???? I GOT YA FUCKIN CHANCE, SWINGIN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA,
YA CANT EVEN DIE LIKE A MAN YA PUNK SON OF A BITCH, pleeze, Tony,
pleeze . . . dont shoot, pi— SHAT UP, PUNK, and Tonys expression
was bulging with contempt as he twisted and looked the set right in
the eye and told it in a soft, vicious voice, Suck on this, and fired
the last shot into the trembling and still pleading body of
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