Thirty three. He was number thirty three. Yeah, I rape and kill ponies. It's what I do. I live in this comfy, modern apartment, and right now I'm relaxing, and watching TV.

"-nd I hope that the monster that did this to that poor buck, is put behind bars for life."

Bitch.

"Th... thank you jade. Next, we have the amazing story of a pony, wh-"

Ahh, that's enough TV for now. As I walked to my room, I figured I might as well take a drink with me. Why the hell not, right?

Eight bottles of Buck Daniels later, I was sprawled out on my bed, crying my heart out.

"I.. I liked him.. I really liked him... we could have been friends... I could have had a friend."

No, you liked his cock. Don't be stupid Mary.

"Sh... shut up."

He was just another pathetic rapist/mugger, Mary. You did good today.

"Really?"

Yeah. Seeing all of that blood flow from that piece of shit is exactly what you needed.

"I.. I guess..."

Now, the night is still young, Mary. We've got work to do.

"Let's go."

Author's Note

This has got to be my favorite chapter. Seriously. Oh, thanks for reading!