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Story: The Lowly Trinity
I. Fore perched on the stool, leering at the ashtray of peanuts. The repurposed ashtray; a good detail to spot there. Yes, Holmes! The game’s afoot! Finally, the origin of the Peanut Killer would be uncovered. He hailed his own good fortune and cooed across to his friend: -Hi, Chadwick! I see there’s trouble brewing. There she was, nestling against the bar across the way. Chadwick had noticed her,...
“We’ll put some sello-tape down. That catches them. Don’t worry, it’ll be humane.” That’s what the tallest one said. He’s scared. He should be, because I am a mouse and I will fuck you up. Don’t believe me? Leave out some crumbs for the night, see how long they last. I’ll have them, and your gerbil for dessert. Try and stop me; I’ll be out of there quicker than your wife at a paternity test,...