Breathing behind your bunny mask, I can still feel your green eyes staring at me.
You decapitated my neighbor on Christmas Eve. Your bloody footprints left a trail in the snow. You kicked in my front door, ax in hand. I grabbed a fire poker, and we engaged in mortal combat. I kicked you in the nuts and you let out a growl, dropping the ax to the ground.
You knocked the poker out of my hand, and I took you down with a double leg take down and pinned you to the ground. I beat your face till it resembled hamburger and my hands bled. The cops took your sorry ass away and I iced down my knuckles.
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Whoaaaa, that escalated quickly! My favourite part was when you kicked him in the balls, lol!