Trying to kill me

I know what those fiends are planning. Tomorrow morning they are going to end my life. They will humiliate me in a brutal public display–stripping me down naked and pouring vile bodily liquids over my face before stringing me up to the roof by the wrists. They will smile with their sharp toothy grins as they flog my body with their Candian Press Stylebooks.

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