Utterly Mad

[[Sorry bout' my absence.]]

"YEEE-HAAAWW" Hollering like a true patriot he'd ready the next shot, aiming dead center on the chest. Moving away from the doorway in case any other fools got any bright ideas. His palms were sweaty, the breath that escaped his lips was becoming increasingly hotter like a volcano about to spew, and his vision started to become blurred with all the rapid actions he did. Backpedaling into the brain matter of one of the goons, scraping the 'sentient' bits on the cigarette covered concrete.


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