by Raptor Llama » Fri Nov 14, 2008 1:57 am
Hank found a small apartment building. He stopped at it and got out. He climbed the rusty stairs and busted into an apartment. No one there... except one man. He closed and locked the door behind him as he grabbed the man by the throat and was about to drink. But then, the man screamed, "STOP! STOP! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE!"
Hank replied, "First off, keep the volume down. If the rent collector heard that I'm busted. Second, give me three good reasons I shouldn't stick my fangs in you throat and start drinking."
The man replied, "Okay, okay. First, I was about to go to Italy tomorrow to visit my family, so that would stop me. Second, I've never hurt a supernatural being, and I've even helped some out. Third, I am the rent collector, and I own this whole building, and if I die, those people could do anything."
Hank said, "Fine, fine. You have your reasons. You don't tell them I'm sleeping under your bed, I don't kill you. Deal?"
Hank outstretched his hand, then the man replied, "Actually, I was about to wake up anyway, so you can sleep in my bed."
Hank said, "Good, good. Tell them you were rehearsing a skit for a performance in Italy." Hank then hopped in the bed, and closed his eyes, while he did so, he questioned himself on the purpose of his life. What good it did for him to live. What purpose he had. He had no friends, he had many enemies, and pretty soon, he would be notorious for putting on a show by causing one hell of an explosion.
"Insert a really cool quote that makes me appear cool and wise and make it italicized to make it look quoteish here." - Raptor Llama
