Kurt the Clerk
"Ima..."
BOOM!
The roadkill eating bitch, sprawl across the floor.
You drop your chair behind you, then return your butt-cheeks to it.
"That's better..." You murmur.
You awaiten for many hours...Swapping from Magazing-to-Magazine. From-porno-to-the news.
The silence is almost eerie. Even over the hum of the refridgerator. You begin to feel uncomfortable...As if there's something there...Lurking among the little aisles/isles...
Perhaps the Redneck has awoken, without you even knowing, left.
You look over the counter to look at the same ugly son-of-a-bitch.
"Hmm...." You suspiciously eye the room, you pupils darting from one section to the next.
"Hmph..."
Your tension rising, you feel yourself becoming increasingly paranoid.
BOOM!
The roadkill eating bitch, sprawl across the floor.
You drop your chair behind you, then return your butt-cheeks to it.
"That's better..." You murmur.
You awaiten for many hours...Swapping from Magazing-to-Magazine. From-porno-to-the news.
The silence is almost eerie. Even over the hum of the refridgerator. You begin to feel uncomfortable...As if there's something there...Lurking among the little aisles/isles...
Perhaps the Redneck has awoken, without you even knowing, left.
You look over the counter to look at the same ugly son-of-a-bitch.
"Hmm...." You suspiciously eye the room, you pupils darting from one section to the next.
"Hmph..."
Your tension rising, you feel yourself becoming increasingly paranoid.