THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Travis (no, most of you don't know him; that's why he doesn't get a color)
 

"You want to tell me something, don't you?" I
said, angrily. She leveled a peaceful gaze at me, and I
took off my shoe and threw it across the
room. It smashes into the wall and she says
things. Hey, wait, that was in the wrong tense, wasn't it? Oh well.
I took one look at the stranger, and knew it was love. She
ran to me, and looked me straight in the face,
eye to eye, staring, waiting until it happened, it
finally died. I was elated. I couldn't believe the yellow
beast had died also. Now I could be sure I could live in safety,
for no longer could the monkey dog live. It was
one. No fear. Until I looked out the window to see,
amazingly, the yellow beast I had fought for so long.
I couldn't believe the menace was back. I raced for my gun, and
the phone rang. I picked it up to hear my mom. I
hung up. As I raced to find it, I tripped, not reaching it,
and broke my left leg. I couldn't believe it; here I was,
almost defeating the beast, and now I was lying, beaten and broken,
cying, near death. Then, out of the clouds, appeared God.
He smiled and said "Did you think you would die?" and said, also,
"How ould you like dying? Huh? I thought so." And he left.
I became violently angry, but he was gone. Finally, I went to
the phone and called back my mom. She didn't answer
so I knew it had gotten her. I ran out the door and
tripped on the steps. Just my luck -- I was runnig out
the door, and immediately, I tripped and broke my leg. Oh well.
I grabbed it. It hurt. I could sense it. It needed
comfort. Then the beast walked closer, without me knowing,
and pulled my gun from its holster on my ass. Why would
it be on my ass, you might ask. Well, screw you! Screw you up your
lamopshade. "Don't think abut bullshitting you
stupid... person" I laughed. "Just wait," I added. Just then,
my wife walked in, back from the grave, and saved me. The End.