[ EU ] Sean Bean has a hard time leaving his role as Eddard Stark . He vows to get revenge against those that assisted in his execution , starting with George R. R. Martin

George fled. Not terrifically fast, not at his age nor in his shape. The voice echoed throughout the house after him. 
 
 `` I'm coming, you fat fuck! You've done me in and you'll pay for it!'' 
 
 George wheezed into his office, closed the door and got to work tipping the file cabinet next to it. Over it went, blocking the door. He knelt at the safe set under his desk, opposite the door. 
 
 There was a pounding at the door, a shoulder slamming into it. The cabinet held in place, thanks in some part to the thick carpet. The door pounded again as Bean slammed into it again, this time the wood cracking a little bit. 
 
 `` I'LL GET IN THERE YOU FAT FUCK!'' Bean shouted. 
 
 George twisted the lock furiously, muttering under his breath. `` Oh six... Oh six... Ninety six... DAMNIT!'' The lock failed to open. He tried again, a second time. 
 
 `` Georgy Porgy, I'm going to get in there and cut off your head just like you did me. I only wish *your* family were here to watch.'' 
 
 The safe opened just as the door cracked in half. Martin pulled his pistol from the safe and rolled over just as Bean vaulted through the door, a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. 
 
 **BANG** 
 
 Bean fell to his knees as blood stained his pants. He raised his gun but too slowly, another shot rang out, **BANG! ** This time blood stained his shirt as George hit him in the chest. 
 
 `` Oh... Oh George... this is n't it.'' Bean wheezed as he collapsed. 
 
 George R. R. Martin climbed to his feet as he heard the garage door go up. He took the gun from Bean's cold dead hand and tossed it in the safe with the others, then met his wife in the kitchen as she came in with a load of groceries. 
 
 `` George, dear, you look like you've been running or something! What's happened!'' 
 
 `` It's Bean again, Parris. He got close this time.'' 
 
 `` Gods, how terrible! What happened?'' 
 
 `` I shot him. Right in the chest.'' 
 
 `` Again?'' 
 
 `` Oh yes. He just keeps coming back, only to die every time. At this rate I'll *never* finish the last book.''
