[ WP ] Satan prevents a suicide .

`` You want a fucking story? What am I, a baby sitter? No, you're going to hell, fuck you.'' Dammit. I do n't know why we ever installed the waiting room to intercept my daily jogging path. It's stupid what those idiot souls want before they end up in their final destination. But hey, now the story's in my head. Awesome. Brilliant. What a douchebag Lars was. And I deal with a lot of douchebags, duh, but this guy was like the epicenter of sleaze. Disgusting. The worst ones disgust me. They're always so obnoxiously emphatic about being evil. I mean, I get wanting to piss some passersby off, or hell, tormenting a few acquaintances, but there comes a point where it's just trying too hard. Lars tried way too damn hard. But he was good, the bastard. I remember watching, mildly interested, as he slipped no more than fifteen roofies that night, took seven of em home. Do n't recall what he did to them. Okay I do, but come now, let's keep his trade secrets. He was so good at being such a racist, shitbag, cruel little fucker. Everyone hated him. I mean quite literally everyone he met wanted, at some point, to put a dagger against the pig's throat. I was even mildly surprised when Lars was the one to do it. I guess he finally realized he was a jackass, shit maybe he just got bored, it happens. But goddammit, I'd grown, dare I say it, fond of the creep. Such a disgusting stain on God's'perfect' world. He could do so much shit alive, and so little dead. So I admit it, I was the one who called the ambulance over... I made up for it and gave the driver's grandma a heart attack the next day, so it was all good and fair.... But really, I should check in on that bastard again soon, come to think of it. Lars, boy, have I got a special suite here just for you. Go get em; )
