Wednesday, December 14, 2011
I was briefly under water, standing on its floor, completing my espionage mission. I swam up just in time to get some oxygen for my brain, when I see that I am engulfed in a shark cage. A man with several knives tried to kill me, throwing his knives like daggers. I dodged most, caught some, and boomeranged them right back at him. A swift shove to the throat and the sound of flesh and loose blood confirm his death. I then drive the boat to land, we're running out of fuel and I have a strange need for doughnuts. Inside, I see a weasel sink his teeth into a feather mattress, a bitch give birth to yet another pup, a young girl going down on her Persian half.