>>5402424Gritting your teeth, you nearly exhale in relief when the gun leaves your head!
“You get the picture now, bumblebee? They all used me: dad, my friends… but once I started using <span class="mu-i">THEM</span>, well…”
Boris lets loose a hearty laugh!
“Well, just look at what I accomplished!” Twirling his <span class="mu-r">REVOLVER</span> like a cowboy, he pauses to show it off to you. “Like it? Used to be dad’s, y’know. Still is, legally, but it’s not like he’s gonna care anymore.”
Shaking his head at the gun with a smile on his face, Boris finally holsters it once more. “If only you could have seen the look in his eyes when I pressed it against his sweaty forehead, Stannie–when I repeated the same words to him that he said to me back in that hospital room.”
Taking in a healthy whiff of air like it was the sweetest-smelling thing in the world, the janitor’s grin only deepens.
“That’s the kind of memory that sticks with you forever, bumblebee. <span class="mu-i">Forever</span>.”
Taking care not to step into <span class="mu-g">LASER EYE</span> range, Boris aims his gun at you once again. “So don’t worry, Stannie,” he adds with that half-joking voice of his, “I won’t forget <span class="mu-i">this</span> either.”
Moments from certain death, you spot a familiar set of pointy ears poking out from behind one of the still-standing walls! Seeing the shock in your eyes, Boris whips around to face the intruder, but no one’s there!
So, you quickly add, is that his whole plan, then? Just chomp up the skull and lord over everyone like the jackass he’s always been?
“Come on, Stannie–I’m not like that <span class="mu-i">fossil</span> you’re clinging onto.” Boris chuckles as he lowers his gun one more time! “<span class="mu-r">TIBIUS</span> had the magical know-how, that’s a fact, but clearly he was too theatrical–hell, he even inspired <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> to do something useful for once in your life–that’s when you know you’re making too much noise!”
And let me guess, you snarl as Boris breaks into a round of laughter, <span class="mu-i">HE</span> thinks he’ll do better?
“Better than that old fart, sure!” Laughs Boris as he wipes a fresh tear from his eye! “Figure I’ll sit on the power for a while, y’know? Do a few interviews–hit the talk show circuit? Maybe I’ll even mention you in a joke or something… that way you won’t be completely forgotten.”
Blinking like he forgot to turn off the stove, Boris continues after a moment’s hesitation. “Oh, this is <span class="mu-i">after</span> you and your little fan club go ‘<span class="mu-i">Bye-Bye</span>’, of course. Too many stories would just make things… well, tricky!” He adds before firing his gun into the sky for emphasis!
“I’ll spend a few years studying… training… and once all that’s said and done I’ll be set to take over <span class="mu-i">long</span> before any unusually-lucky janitors come to spoil my fun!”
That’s insane, you hiss, still reeling from the pain. <span class="mu-i">He’s</span> insane!
>CONTD. 