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Purple Peach Glory
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You do your best to twist and turn for a moment, and you go through questions in a broken voice of fear and embarassment. Why are you bald, why would a doctor do such a thing, how are you a killer, please don't do anything to you.
You're bald so I can access your brain,
Not planning to rape you, though I am insane,
I have The Builder's eye, ablessing indeed,
But I want The Builder's arms, be it greed,
That I pursue. To see, create and destroy,
I have to take them from you, like a toy,
Swiped from a defenseless child. You'll live,
If I allow you to, that I can promise to give.
Only that.
Maybe his hat."
The horror seems to lose his joyous posture at the notion of losing his fine hat. You shiver from the cold, and the pain in what feels like a powerful infection in your chest.
"Then again, I suppose your life is meaningless,
So I might find a reason to kill you, but here I digress."
The horror cheers up. You being dead means he gets to keep his hat.
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