Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You pull out your box cutter and shove it deep into one of the young girls throats. She grabs your arm in an attempt to pull the blade out of her throat, but to no avail. You slice downward, opeing up her windpipe like a great spewing canyon. She falls to her knees dying a peasants death on the walk as you approach the second screaming girl. She is immobilized in fear. She screams for help, then you grab her by the collar, yank her close then slit her throat horizantally; blood pours like a waterfall down her neck, staining her pink tanktop. You throw her to the ground as she also slowly bleeds out.
You stand silently, watching them die. It gives you sick pleasure watching two innocent lives be snuffed out. Its in this moment you realize your hatred for human beings and how they pollute the planet. You wish to be an eradicator of these mouth breathing planet killers who insult you at every turn. You will have your revenge.
After the girls die you pick up Jimmy's bike and put it in the back of your jeep. No use in letting perfectly good scrap metal go to waste! You drive away, heading to the scrap yard to collect your cash for the bike.
About halfway there, you look into your rearview to see lights flashing. A cop. The pigs must be on to you! You pull over and start freaking out. you are not sure what to do.
As you roll your window down, The cop looks in the jeep.
"This car smells like shit."
"Thank you." You reply
"Do you know why I pulled you over son?"
Beads of sweat begin to drop down your forehead.
You stand silently, watching them die. It gives you sick pleasure watching two innocent lives be snuffed out. Its in this moment you realize your hatred for human beings and how they pollute the planet. You wish to be an eradicator of these mouth breathing planet killers who insult you at every turn. You will have your revenge.
After the girls die you pick up Jimmy's bike and put it in the back of your jeep. No use in letting perfectly good scrap metal go to waste! You drive away, heading to the scrap yard to collect your cash for the bike.
About halfway there, you look into your rearview to see lights flashing. A cop. The pigs must be on to you! You pull over and start freaking out. you are not sure what to do.
As you roll your window down, The cop looks in the jeep.
"This car smells like shit."
"Thank you." You reply
"Do you know why I pulled you over son?"
Beads of sweat begin to drop down your forehead.