Kurt the Clerk
"Shh...I understand..." You whisper harshly.
You climb over the counter with your solid, plastic chair.
You step harshly on the unconscious Redneck.
"The people...They're urging me to speak with you...." He hisses, his eyes wide with fear.
"We're all going to die!" He yells.
"The end is...The end is ni--"
BOOM!
The Bum lay sprawled across the polished flooring. Next to his own shit.
"That's better..."
You turn to return to the counter.
"Listen to me...We're all going to--"
BOOM!
The metal leg whacks him in the nose.
You then raise it into the air, nearly touching the cieling, then, with all your strength, you slam it down with the part that you rest your back against, used like a knife, but in his skull. You then massage his temples...With the fiercely cold metal of the foot of the chair.
You climb over the counter with your solid, plastic chair.
You step harshly on the unconscious Redneck.
"The people...They're urging me to speak with you...." He hisses, his eyes wide with fear.
"We're all going to die!" He yells.
"The end is...The end is ni--"
BOOM!
The Bum lay sprawled across the polished flooring. Next to his own shit.
"That's better..."
You turn to return to the counter.
"Listen to me...We're all going to--"
BOOM!
The metal leg whacks him in the nose.
You then raise it into the air, nearly touching the cieling, then, with all your strength, you slam it down with the part that you rest your back against, used like a knife, but in his skull. You then massage his temples...With the fiercely cold metal of the foot of the chair.