Death Game Diaries: My Thoughts Are Too Loud
My roommate sets me up. She deliberately forces me into a death-trap survival game. As I shut my eyes and wait for death to take me, I realize that the game's bosses can read my mind.
"Look at the blood spurting from this baby doll's neck. It's like a fountain of pee."
The baby doll is baffled. It's about to launch its ultimate move, but it falters.
"Man, look at how this guy is still sweeping the streets when he's so old. Does he not have a pension?"
The old man is about to swallow me whole, but he suddenly gets a heart attack. An ambulance takes him away.
"Oh, so this is the amusement park's owner. Oh, dear god, he's handsome, albeit a little skinny. I can send him flying with a kick!"
The handsome owner's expression darkens. He instantly takes off his shirt to reveal his washboard abs. "Do you still think I'm skinny?"