We Will Have The Most Tense Violins
sare: eep!
did she read our secret writings?
mo: she did
sare: op
are you in troubs?
mo: but then? i had that piano wire you had given me awhile ago? you remember when cece had the twins?
sare: ah yes! i had a different face then!
mo: i liked your old face but actually - it was the second time she had twins
we're gonna have to change our faces again
sare: ah ha! post face transplant! go on.
mo: well, i used it
the piano wire
and, i'm currently closing up my outlook
and deleting all my files
sare: i see.
>pours seven and seven<
>walks away from it<
>walks to dresser<
>makes sure mark is hit<
mo: * gets up to get files *
sare: >fingers revolver<
mo: * trips over body *
sare: >looks pensive<
mo: * picks body up and puts in office *
sare: >tense music plays<
We'll be right back!
OR WILL WE !?!?!?!??!?!?!?
GUNSHOT IN THE DARK
>DIAPER COMMERCIAL<
mo: * lights up on puddle of blood *
sare: >still looking pensive<
mo: * mo is gone *
sare: >puts revolver back in lingerie drawer<
>takes it out again<
mo: * black cat walks on a tightrope *
sare: >tense music plays more!<
mo: * screams *
sare: >coffee cup sits very close to edge of desk<
mo: * door slams *
sare: >bowling ball has knocked down all but one pin, which teeters in a slow circle<
mo: * toddler runs toward busy street *
sare: >slot machine comes up CHERRY . . . CHERRY . . . STILL SPINNING . . .<
mo: * heroin addict stands at a tilt getting closer & closer to sidewalk *
sare: >woman fumbles with keys at front door while a coworker with whom she is having an affair is behind her disrobing, while her husband and all of her friends hide behind her couch in the dark, preparing to shout "surprise! happy birthday"<
mo: * russian spy crosses border in switzerland into germany while russian snyper is trained on him while german sniper is trained on russian sniper *
sare: >mo hides behind locker in locker room, so so quietly, hoping the murderer will not see/hear her, as the killer walks by, slowly, one locker away, listening, so so so quietly until . . .
until . . . .
until . . .
THE KILLER IS ME!
THE KILLER IS ME
THE JOKES ON YOU
THE KILLER IS ME!
Surprise!
mo: Everybody lies
* dies of heartbreak *
sare: Happy Birthday!
did she read our secret writings?
mo: she did
sare: op
are you in troubs?
mo: but then? i had that piano wire you had given me awhile ago? you remember when cece had the twins?
sare: ah yes! i had a different face then!
mo: i liked your old face but actually - it was the second time she had twins
we're gonna have to change our faces again
sare: ah ha! post face transplant! go on.
mo: well, i used it
the piano wire
and, i'm currently closing up my outlook
and deleting all my files
sare: i see.
>pours seven and seven<
>walks away from it<
>walks to dresser<
>makes sure mark is hit<
mo: * gets up to get files *
sare: >fingers revolver<
mo: * trips over body *
sare: >looks pensive<
mo: * picks body up and puts in office *
sare: >tense music plays<
We'll be right back!
OR WILL WE !?!?!?!??!?!?!?
GUNSHOT IN THE DARK
>DIAPER COMMERCIAL<
mo: * lights up on puddle of blood *
sare: >still looking pensive<
mo: * mo is gone *
sare: >puts revolver back in lingerie drawer<
>takes it out again<
mo: * black cat walks on a tightrope *
sare: >tense music plays more!<
mo: * screams *
sare: >coffee cup sits very close to edge of desk<
mo: * door slams *
sare: >bowling ball has knocked down all but one pin, which teeters in a slow circle<
mo: * toddler runs toward busy street *
sare: >slot machine comes up CHERRY . . . CHERRY . . . STILL SPINNING . . .<
mo: * heroin addict stands at a tilt getting closer & closer to sidewalk *
sare: >woman fumbles with keys at front door while a coworker with whom she is having an affair is behind her disrobing, while her husband and all of her friends hide behind her couch in the dark, preparing to shout "surprise! happy birthday"<
mo: * russian spy crosses border in switzerland into germany while russian snyper is trained on him while german sniper is trained on russian sniper *
sare: >mo hides behind locker in locker room, so so quietly, hoping the murderer will not see/hear her, as the killer walks by, slowly, one locker away, listening, so so so quietly until . . .
until . . . .
until . . .
THE KILLER IS ME!
THE KILLER IS ME
THE JOKES ON YOU
THE KILLER IS ME!
Surprise!
mo: Everybody lies
* dies of heartbreak *
sare: Happy Birthday!
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