It was on this gloomy day that good ole' lil' Lappdance thought he was just stopping by to pick up a book from one of my accomplices, but little did he know trust does not exist in the life of an assassin. He knocked on the door, and on the other side was the death of him, completely invisible. My heart beating fast and my hand on the trigger I couldn't wait a second more wanting myhands tainted with a dirty murder, so as the door opened I unleashed on the poor victim making sure his body was moist. We exchanged handshakes & hugs and he was gone with the wind (and the book).
"Don't drop the soap" Beware of the Soap Boys.
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