~*articulate what forever smoulders*~
You deposit the guts nicely into the trunk of your father's car. Oh, you can't wait to see how bad he'll flip out when he notices the stench.
It only takes about two hours. You are sitting on the computer, typing away at some website called "Infinite-Story" when you hear a loud yell from the garage. You feel a grin spread across your face and walk your merry way out to the garage to see whatever could be the problem.
But to your confusion, when you get to the garage you find it to be surprisingly empty. Your dad isn't there anymore, and strangely enough neither are the guts. You can see clearly into the open trunk and all that is left now is just a mere bloodstain.
Where did your father go?
It only takes about two hours. You are sitting on the computer, typing away at some website called "Infinite-Story" when you hear a loud yell from the garage. You feel a grin spread across your face and walk your merry way out to the garage to see whatever could be the problem.
But to your confusion, when you get to the garage you find it to be surprisingly empty. Your dad isn't there anymore, and strangely enough neither are the guts. You can see clearly into the open trunk and all that is left now is just a mere bloodstain.
Where did your father go?