Blind Date

"Get lost, punk.", you say to the large man with no neck.

Debbie smiles at your bravado. Doug also smiles...before picking you up by the neck and carrying you across the restaurant.

You begin to turn purple by the time you reach the door. As he holds you by the neck with one hand, he makes a fist and winds up with the other.

Your last memory that night was of a large meaty fist, getting bigger and bigger.

THE END
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