I looked at the fool. The stupid bastard who flushed me down the toilet. Life was hell after that, as you know from Chapter 2. I can only blame it one one person...that stupid Mutha-Fuckin’ dumb ass...

“Hey dip-shit,” I screamed. “Do you remember me?”

He looked up with his typically moronic expression. I knew it would be hard to get a thought through his thick moronic deformed bullum-head, deformed skull.

“Hey!” I screamed again. “Answer me when I talk to you!”

Then It dawned on me that he could not understand what I was saying, because he could not speak my language. The language of the supreme, the language of ferrets. And I, in
all my splendor, could not speak his language.

I decided to lay the smack-down on his ass.

I decided to kill him.

I slowly advanced from the sewer to where he was standing. He had a happy smile on his face. The shopping cart wielding fool didn’t even try to retreat. He had no
idea, what was about to happen. He smiled at me with glee.

He was such an idiot...I knew then I could not harm him.

He was too innocent.

I loved him too much.

THE END?

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