John Doe
The Mad Madman
The thief thought John Doe was bluffing.
The thief was wrong. Oh so wrong.
"Darling, I'm a man of my word. Punch it!"
With an all-mighty hiss, the airlock door was flung open. Chaos inside the play pen ensued. Boxes, cabinets, and miscellaneous items went haywire around and around the white walls. But something was wrong.
"Why isn't the boy a frozen entree yet?"
"We're still in orbit, boss! Give us a few more minutes!"
"Woohoo! I love having the window down! Don't you, my boy?"
Amidst all the mayhem inside the room, John Doe stumbled on over to Zayden, another knife in hand, a wide, deranged smile on his face.
"You thought I was bluffing, eh? That's hilarious! Bahahaha! Ok, but really, I'm gonna kill you now."
[member="Zayden Madera"]
The thief was wrong. Oh so wrong.
"Darling, I'm a man of my word. Punch it!"
With an all-mighty hiss, the airlock door was flung open. Chaos inside the play pen ensued. Boxes, cabinets, and miscellaneous items went haywire around and around the white walls. But something was wrong.
"Why isn't the boy a frozen entree yet?"
"We're still in orbit, boss! Give us a few more minutes!"
"Woohoo! I love having the window down! Don't you, my boy?"
Amidst all the mayhem inside the room, John Doe stumbled on over to Zayden, another knife in hand, a wide, deranged smile on his face.
"You thought I was bluffing, eh? That's hilarious! Bahahaha! Ok, but really, I'm gonna kill you now."
[member="Zayden Madera"]
