[Like taking candy from a--as the old man is reaching for the gun, the other hand grabs a hold of his wrist. Through the thin tarp he can make out enough of that bloody mug. The relief of committing murder is replaced with more aggravation, can't the fucker die?]
Naugh so easy there.
[The thick muddy mouthed words are coming from the clone. Larry, holding the gun wrestles back. His hands are cold, not to mention wet with blood. Great.]
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Naugh so easy there.
[The thick muddy mouthed words are coming from the clone. Larry, holding the gun wrestles back. His hands are cold, not to mention wet with blood. Great.]
Fucking piece of shit.