The cheerleader had endured enough torment and torture. She'd spent this past week huddled in her tent with the faithful cattle dog and her husband for company while others had been out fighting and dying in the snow.
Not tonight.
It wasn't hard to find Idi Amin's compound. Empty though it had become, the sound of AK47s being fired into the air and prostitutes complaining about the lack of recreational activities made it easy.
She walked in wearing her best doe-eyed, butter couldn't melt smile.
"Hello 'dere, American," the dictator greeted her, "And what have you come 'ere to ask of me?"
"Well, sir," she said cutely, "I've come here to kill you".
His eyes widened as she brandished the Ak47 and fired round after round into his fat, sweaty chest.
Or, at least, where his chest would have been. Instead, the bullets bounced off some kind of glass case...
...of emotion.
soc123_au is not dead. He is Idi Amin, Mafia Aligned Evil Dictator.
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Elsewhere, money changed hands. There'd been no sign of the horny Mexican so far.
Oh, wait, there he was. The man braced for impact.
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Ruxin was leafing through the latest issue of
Old Ladies Give Handjibbers when there was a knock on his door.
"Sofia!" he shouted out of reflex, before remembering she was dead. He tucked his shrivelled pecker back into his trousers and went to answer the door.
"Well, hello..." he started, "Of course I'd like to help a schoolgirl in need".
She shot him.
butchmcdick is dead. He was Rodney Ruxin, Town Aligned Foul-Mouthed Jew.
soc123_au cannot vote in today's lynch.
soc123_au cannot be voted for in today's lynch.
