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Good evening, my dear fellow. So glad to see you.
Do take a seat, take a chair by the fire. A glass of lemonade, perhaps? Very well, but it is a rather good one, of the sour, strong kind. Oh, well...don't tell I haven't offer.
Dear fellow, what an extraordinary thing, for you to come this evening. Do you know what is about to happen in a few moments? No?
I am about to kill the world tonight.
Haha, yes, the expression of your face. How delightful. But be rest assured, it is all planned very well ahead. Actually, I'm surprised at your surprise, you knowing my feelings toward the bastard...it very well had it coming for some time.
However, do not alarm yourself. Just sit there and enjoy the evening...I know it is a nasty business and all, but it will end up soon enough. We could maybe grab some dinner or something later. Good chap.
What is that you say...these old ears aren't what they used to be, you know? Oh, how I plan to do it?!
Well, the world will soon come through that door over there. It does that time to time, not even always bothering with announcing itself anymore, impolite pup. However, tonight I initiated all that, I asked it to come here. Left it quite bedazzled, I tell you, it didn't expected that. I suspect it knows I don't much like it. But, I told it nothing about the purpose of its coming. Left it quite in the dark about the purpose, all right. Not an idea, it has.
Noisy, empty-headed, it will come here full of life as ever, curse it. I intend to let it come in, even to close the door behind. I'll even offer it some lemonade.
Then, I'll just wrap my hands around its throat when it least expects and squeeze, squeeze, feeling its week struggles (it never had much of the real strength in its body, you know, it's its mind and actions that annoy so much)...Squeeze until it go limp in my hands and give out the last bewildered breath, falling down and never rising again.
Ah, I'm looking forward to seeing its body lying on the floor of the universe, moveless, empty, futile and forever dead. I will take a seat in this armchair, take a glass of that cool, sour lemonade and give a sigh of relief, I tell you. Just...enjoying the sight.
Watching it dead, with satisfaction. Enjoying my revenge, enjoying the newfound freedom. Knowing, above all, that I did the right thing and once dead, it would take a while for someone to create another of those buggers.
Oh, I have no doubts it would come again, the world. Rise from the ashes or something, start in a dream in someone's head, become from an egg of a rare bird...if creative, someone, somewhere, will just think of it and there it will be.
At first, of course, it would be all innocent and new and dear as only a kid can be. But as they grow up and take more sense, they grow up to be such pests, don't you agree? I could maybe hope (silly me, I always do) it wouldn't be necessary to end it violently again...But down there, in the bottom of my heart we both know I'm just lying myself shamelessly and it will once again end in the same manner. That's how it is with the worlds.
However, tonight is not the night for such laments, or for regret. It is the night for action and then for glee and peace, as the world will die and it will take some time for the new one to come. Some time of relaxation and silence, some time for rest.
But before that, the simple act of murder, of course. Be quiet now, I can hear it coming, as predicted. Nasty, loud, annoying little pest we don't want to warn it too soon, do we now?
Ahh, world come in, come in. Such a nice thing, seeing you tonight my fellow. A glass of lemonade perhaps? Come in, don't stand by the door...help yourself, there's the tray...there...
Look at it, lying there on the carpet. It almost looks innocent, now, but if you only knew all the things I know...
Anyway...The world is dead, long live the world, etc. And what a peaceful, peaceful silence here, my friend. Glass of lemonade now, perhaps? No? Now, don't be alarmed by the body, it is all right, it will soon vanish, they always do.
Now, we can continue with our plans...Oh, you're going already? Well, I understand, I guess...not for everyone's stomach perhaps, the murder, even if it is a murder of the world. Ruins one's dinner, I guess. Well, if I can't stop you...good night, dear fellow. Thank you for visiting, I'm glad we seen each other. Hope to run onto you soon again.
Umm, just if you could close the door of the cabinet on the way out, could you? Very good, thank you...good night.
Ahh, the silence. Finally, the silence. I can take a nap for a while and enjoy all its glory, haha.
The beautiful, beautiful silence...
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