HITMAN
In the next hour. You've found him with the help of the wife. Who..has given you the great luxury of being underneath the duvet, and..it was pretty hard to sleep.
*hint* *hint.*
You step into the bar, that has a revolting scent of puke and disease infected piss. It's incredibly odious.
He's at the bar, sipping a drink, you wonder how he can stand the smell. Perhaps he has adapted to it. You sit next to him carefully. You look at his unshaven face, his stubby nose with a silver piercing, hairy brown eyebrows, and dirty brown vegetation that has grown itself atop his head. Yes. Very messy. He looks as if he hasn't cleaned in a while, which is clear by the smell hovering around him, emmanating from him. You are revolted by his state. His beer stained vest and blue dirty jeans that are one or two sizes bigger than him and his beer belly just make you want to punch him directly in his face. You hate him already. He sits there oblique, watching nothing but the wall ahead, occasionally sipping his beer that has covered his lips. You wonder if he's a redneck, you don't wish to imagine the scent of his breath before his beer.
After a while, you break the silence.
"Hey."
"What?"
You look at him, already beginning to get frustrated.
"I said, hey."
"How d'you do partner?"
You continue this easy going conversation for a full ten minutes, buying him a few drinks. In a hope he'll get drunk, or at least gimpish and tipsy. Your plan works when he becomes increasingly garrulous. After a while, he asks you to get him back to his home. Which you assume is a trailer. Your plan is working!
Cliffside isn't exactly a good idea, there are hardly any talls cliffsides for miles. How do you kill him?
*hint* *hint.*
You step into the bar, that has a revolting scent of puke and disease infected piss. It's incredibly odious.
He's at the bar, sipping a drink, you wonder how he can stand the smell. Perhaps he has adapted to it. You sit next to him carefully. You look at his unshaven face, his stubby nose with a silver piercing, hairy brown eyebrows, and dirty brown vegetation that has grown itself atop his head. Yes. Very messy. He looks as if he hasn't cleaned in a while, which is clear by the smell hovering around him, emmanating from him. You are revolted by his state. His beer stained vest and blue dirty jeans that are one or two sizes bigger than him and his beer belly just make you want to punch him directly in his face. You hate him already. He sits there oblique, watching nothing but the wall ahead, occasionally sipping his beer that has covered his lips. You wonder if he's a redneck, you don't wish to imagine the scent of his breath before his beer.
After a while, you break the silence.
"Hey."
"What?"
You look at him, already beginning to get frustrated.
"I said, hey."
"How d'you do partner?"
You continue this easy going conversation for a full ten minutes, buying him a few drinks. In a hope he'll get drunk, or at least gimpish and tipsy. Your plan works when he becomes increasingly garrulous. After a while, he asks you to get him back to his home. Which you assume is a trailer. Your plan is working!
Cliffside isn't exactly a good idea, there are hardly any talls cliffsides for miles. How do you kill him?