No one was paying any attention, so I stabbed it.
I didn’t quite get the penetration I wanted the first time.
I lined it up and stabbed it again: metal through skin.
The little bugger never saw it coming. It didn’t have a chance.
Just sitting there innocently one minute, and then impaled the next.
It didn’t scream or wriggle. It just accepted its fate.
I don’t think I did anything wrong.
I can’t get into trouble for this.
I’m going to do it again.
I’m a repeat offender.
I love pickles!
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