[ CW ] Hit me with an Acrostic ! Your phrase : `` Oh no , not again . ''

Oh, he knew damn well the stakes of the game he is to conduct. 
 
 How would he be able to explain this one to Marla? 
 
 Not contemplating for more than a standard blink, he concluded there would be no explanation, regardless on the outcome. 
 
 Obviously there would be an explaining in order, or at minimum a tale to tell through the apartment complex, as it will surely be broadcast across silent living rooms with an increased volume on the national news stations; but a 16.67 % chance it would n't be from him. 
 
 Not less than 7 days a week for not less than 8 years did Cory contemplate gambling these stakes alone. 
 
 Of course, 8 constant years minus the 7 months that HE was there. 
 
 Tyler would n't leave. 
 
 And who was Cory to judge or prosecute? 
 
 Go ahead, young man, & watch the drum twirl as though it held a temporarily stationary metallic ballerina inside a merry-go-round. 
 
 And the Mari went round; four torched jays & three bottles of Captain ( hour-by-hour ) greeted the floor with a flutter of hot ash, or a back-and-forth crashing of cold and loud clanking containers of glass. 
 
 Inside of his torso pounded an environment as explosive as the first shot proceeding the first click. 
 
 Never alone was he, mentally, our Cory, as he lay in an empty, locked, & barricaded bathroom, with six ballerinas instead of the previously specified one, with one spun abruptly into our Cory's jaw, leaving his mind vacant of Tyler & the tub pooling with the warmth of a rising crimson blanket; alas, our Cory is freed, again, from the burden of Tyler, with the highest of hopes of returns and the ceasing of the crimson river.
