Utterly Mad

Flipping his switch blade back into his sleeve he glumly walks back to his locker, hoping for a decent paycheck from the show. Sure he lost his cool in the end, mostly out of how shi­tty the director was at reading his fight choreography. After changing into some more casual attire, he signs up for the next show, hoping to redeem himself with a dance routine.

Sometimes he wonders if he should've just changed his character to an ax murderer that reads poetry. Maybe have his name be something like, "The Poe-Lice". Scream "nevermore" as he cut down some death row inmate for the "audiences" amusement.