Japphapp gott folk, en sjuk tolkning av detta alster
Stackars småmisslyckade Reginald tänker sig råna en butik...men blir själv den sotra förloraren. grymt, men på ngt sätt passande. eller?
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Texten (ungefär...lite fritt ur minnet.)
Reginald was never the type to complain. In fact, he was always trying to do a little bit more,
to take one step further, than was expected of him.
at the factory where he always were the first one to show up in the morning, and the last to go home,
he always naile dtogether a few more wooden boxes than his coworkers ever did.
He never complained.
He never actually got any credit for the effort, but he never complained.
until that day he was badly injured by a falling pile of two by four's.
He badly hurt his back, and could not work for a long time.
he was then, without any concern, fired from the company he'd been so devoted to.
Now he complained. He was bitter.
Alone in his apartment, he acused the world for failing on him. (detta va ursprungsiden från Dålit gehörs utlägg
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The one evening, he went to the alley down below to pick up the paper at the small store in the alley. then he saw it...
the old lady had a lot of cash in a box, easily accesible if you just knew about it.
A viscious plan started to form in his head. That money should rightfully be his.
He planned to hide behind the trash cans in the alley, and the rob the store at closing time, protected by darkness.
He planne the escape-route well, and dressed in black with a black nylon sock covering his face, and hid behind the trash in the alley.
And waited
pearsl of sweat rolled down his back. waited. the excitement made him shiver.
Then he heard a creaky noise, and a scream. Then a thud, and crumble noise.
He looked up just in time to se a metal pipe roll his way, and a sack laid in the back door opening.
Soneone ran off into the darkness.
confused by this, he picked up the pipe and looked into the stoore. Seemed empty.
On the way in, he slipped in something wet, and landed just byt the sack. In the sack was the box, cracked open so the money was vosoble.
His blood freezed in his veins when he saw the old lady laying on the floor, bleeding from the back of her head....
just as the blinking ligt emerged, and he heard the sirens from the policecrsm he realized what he had slipped in, and what was feeling greasy, cold and wet on the pipe.
He become calm, and bitter. He saw his hands were stained with blood from the pipe.
As the police approached him, he knew that there was no way out.
Later in his cell, wich grows smaller on him every night, geralds complaining. mouring, is bitter.
Geral licks his wounds.
