The Wacky Adventures of Harry the Homicidal Homeless Dude

"Hey, what's up bro? You after some Nose candy? Some Charlie c? I gots'alla them man. You should try some a' t'is Dinkie Dow wit'a Dirt Grass, eh?" He said, a cool smile across his face. He'd always been helpful, but his strange words wouldn't cease to confuse you..He deserves to die. The bum hides the syringe behind his back, which contains some lethal acids. Which aren't even drugs.

"Hey..You don't look so good. What's wrong with--"

His drug-dealer was silenced by the syringe directly aimed for the side of his neck, injecting him with the lethal chemicals, in which he died. Slowly.



The voices intensified.

The Bum twitches uncontrollably as he makes his way to the door..