[ WP ] In a world where every word you speak costs you money , so people resort to as short of words as they can , one person goes against the system

`` Thanks'' Martin speaks to the vendor, clutching his sausage dog in one hand. The man looks up at that, a smile blooming beneath his fine salt and pepper mustache. 
 
 Common courtesy was the first thing to go. The papers coined the term noise pollution, it was really the only thing left. The world had changed. Oil was flowing freely in a peaceful middle east, Martin had filled his vintage beemer for.80 cents a gallon last weekend. The KKK soup kitchen on the corner was in full swing today as volunteers marched out into the streets clutching blankets, the rainbow flag, that timeless symbol waving proudly behind them. The world was quiet today. But that all changed in an instant. 
 
 The doors on the bank across the street erupted into matchsticks as a six and a half foot tall shirtless giant emerged from the wreckage within. On his chest was emblazoned an emblem Martin could recognize only from his history classes. The Navy SEAL budweiser. Martin looked down at his hand only to see that his sausage had fallen into the street. It had cost him 5.99. It cost him eight dollars to say I love you to his wife every night. 
 
 Automated police cars were pouring onto the scene like fire ants onto a marshmallow. 
 `` STOP, FREEZE, WILL SHOOT'' The loudspeakers screamed from the top of the closest squadcar in their oddly calm way. Martin sat down, his interest peaked, wanting to see how his tax dollars were put to use. 
 
 The SEAL spat a wad of chewing tobacco onto the sidewalk, dropping his bag to the left he hefted a belt fed machine gun in his right. An officer's engorged face appeared in the window of every one of the cars around them. 
 
 `` WE WILL OPEN FIRE, SURRENDER'' Martin heard the officer yell from every car. And that was when the SEAL raised the bullhorn. 
 
 `` What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little shit? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and Ive been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and Im the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little clever comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you could n't, you did n't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo'' 
 
 The machine gun fire erupted into the street, tearing through the automated cars around them, peppering the wall behind Martin. The SEAL dropped the machine gun to his left and lifted his cell phone. 
 
 `` Got ya ya little fucker.'' 
 
 Martin could only stare in wonder as the last bastion of hope in a dying world carried on down the street, strolling like Jesus. 
 
 
 Edit: what the fuck is a machien gun
