As I was saying the man upstairs should get out, I have a knife to his wife downstairs, and a gun to his child, 2 bangs go off and he killed my friends, plus a few family, so I hit him with a uppercut after running past his killing spree, And rationally I take my hand to his hand, where he holds the gun, I elbow him in the head, but he kicks me to my knees, my legs are very tight, as the blood touches my shins from beneath, In agony, my fingers are broken, he whispers in my ear with my fist to his own, “This is now my home.” I get mad and jerk around to no use, Now I either defuse, or will never be excused, “May I vamoose? Or a truce, I will spread the galaxy.” In my head it sounded more like reality, Im insane, he must be too, as he said “hello God nice to meet you.” He released me, and admitted peasantry, in refusal for blasphemy. I asked for the gun and blasted him, using my aunt’s dislodged teeth to castrate his scrotum, and I looked close to notice I knowed him, It was my old tech teacher mister Schitz, and mr shits was now taking a sit.