>>5402535“Oh <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> oughta be good…” Remarks Boris as he holds the phone higher for you to hear!
“<span class="mu-i">I… you know I’ve never been good with words, but when I saw…</span>” Begins your brother in a shaky tone, “<span class="mu-i">... but when I saw the news and what’s happening at home, I… I’ll just say it: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I cut you out of my life… especially for such a stupid, stupid reason.</span>”
Paralysis settles into your body as you listen to his soft-spoken words. You couldn’t move if you wanted to.
“<span class="mu-i">I don’t expect you to forgive me, or talk to me, or even respond to this message, but if there’s any chance… ANY chance at all that you’re still alive out there, well…</span>” The message pauses.
“Whoops, my bad!” Laughs Boris as he waves your phone around, “Finger slipped–deleted!”
You feel flames form in your eyes as you stare daggers into Boris’ perpetually-smiling face!
“Just kidding, bumblebee–wouldn’t want you to die without hearing from your ‘<span class="mu-i">Bwig Bwwo!</span>’”
Pressing the screen again amidst sadistic laughter, Boris lets you listen to the rest of the message:
“<span class="mu-i">Just… just give me a sign, Stan. I could really use my little sister right now… and someone’s on the way who could really use an aunt…</span>”
As the message sinks into your head, your thoughts are dashed across the chamber’s surface when Boris mercilessly chucks your phone over the edge! <span class="mu-s">NOOO!</span>
“Don’t worry, Stannie,” he begins as he walks over to you with his <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING MOP</span> at his side, “I’ll be sure to tell him and his kid <span class="mu-i">aaaall</span> about our adventures–hell, I might just throw my name in the hat to be Godfather! Wouldn’t that be somethin’?”
As Boris looms over you like an executioner, you feel a fire well up within your chest–no, you think to yourself as Lil’ Stanley struggles to rise as well, it… it can’t end like this!
“Thanks again, Stan,” Boris grunts as he positions the mop over your heart, “For what it’s worth, you’ve been one hell of a team player putting this all together for me!”
You don’t even get a chance to reply–as the mop plunges towards you with surgical precision, you close your eyes and wait for the killing blow…
<span class="mu-s">’CLANG!’</span>
>CONTD.