So I walk up to the stand and hand the chashier the money for the item I had been clinging to since I entered the wal-mart. He gives me a funny look and laughs. I ask, "what's so funny?" He snorts and all his acne seem to pulsate-gross.
"You just look funny, I just had to laugh! Why would you buy this? They suck!" He swipes the item a couple of times over the scanner. No beep.
"What about the way I look? I think their music is good." I ask, daring him to give me his worst. He looks at the bottom of The Rot and Waste DVD that I had chosen. I loved their music; mindless screaming and drums and bass that could blow your eardrums out. Which was exactly why I was buying it.
"You look like a f**." He says checking the DVD for an ID number. "You can probably stand to gain a few pounds, your shirt-shirts-are ridiculous, your pants are wacky and your boots scream homo."
I twitched. If there was one word I hated more than all others it was 'wacky'. My patience was worn to it's limit and I grope the handle of the knife in my pocket.
Behind me some s**t-head yells,
"HEY! MOVE THE LINE! ********! I HAVE A BALL GAME TO WATCH, THIS IS IMPORTANT!"
Finally, like a monster breaking out of its cage I draw my knife and cut his jaw clear off; sometimes you go to such extremes to shut people up.
The bitchy cashier screams like a little girl and I smell piss. Time for some payback I think. I jump on the conveyer belt that dragged the items to assholes like this guy. He tries to get out, but I am too quick. I grab some shopping bags and tie them tight around his neck. I pull harder and his head flies clear off!
I pant. It was only two people, but since I hadn't killed anyone in a week I was tired.
I throw my money into the cashier's exposed esophagus and I run happily out the doors, anxious to see Rot and Waste perform.
"You just look funny, I just had to laugh! Why would you buy this? They suck!" He swipes the item a couple of times over the scanner. No beep.
"What about the way I look? I think their music is good." I ask, daring him to give me his worst. He looks at the bottom of The Rot and Waste DVD that I had chosen. I loved their music; mindless screaming and drums and bass that could blow your eardrums out. Which was exactly why I was buying it.
"You look like a f**." He says checking the DVD for an ID number. "You can probably stand to gain a few pounds, your shirt-shirts-are ridiculous, your pants are wacky and your boots scream homo."
I twitched. If there was one word I hated more than all others it was 'wacky'. My patience was worn to it's limit and I grope the handle of the knife in my pocket.
Behind me some s**t-head yells,
"HEY! MOVE THE LINE! ********! I HAVE A BALL GAME TO WATCH, THIS IS IMPORTANT!"
Finally, like a monster breaking out of its cage I draw my knife and cut his jaw clear off; sometimes you go to such extremes to shut people up.
The bitchy cashier screams like a little girl and I smell piss. Time for some payback I think. I jump on the conveyer belt that dragged the items to assholes like this guy. He tries to get out, but I am too quick. I grab some shopping bags and tie them tight around his neck. I pull harder and his head flies clear off!
I pant. It was only two people, but since I hadn't killed anyone in a week I was tired.
I throw my money into the cashier's exposed esophagus and I run happily out the doors, anxious to see Rot and Waste perform.
Ok, so I've been inspired to write a JTHM 'fic. I've had writers block for a year now, so I'm glad I could come around to write this, short, I know, but still I wanted to write something about him so, yeah.
Johnny The Homicidal Maniac belongs to:Jhonen Vasquez (who rules us all) :>
