"FUUUCK!" he screamed as he stubbed his little toe. His eyes watered and the galaxy blasted past his eyes.
'I should get rid of this pointy piece of shit table' he noted to himself
'How should I kill him? Even though that's hard, what's even harder is the fact that I need to cover it up. What's the point of killing him, when I go to jail and dont even get to become boss? That literally makes all of this pointless.' Whilst pondering on how to kill his boss, he got dressed up for work.
'Should I maybe poison him? No, that wouldn't work... after all, where do I get poison? How do I make it? Should I stab him? No, that wouldn't work, the guys an intense body lifter, what can I do with this frail body of mine? What about a gun? Noo-aa....actually where do I get one? Maybe I can ask a local drug dealer, but then again, although I can shoot him to death, how do I get away without going to jail?' As he continued to think, he forced himself to eat the eggs.
'Man, I was never a breakfast person. Who even eats food in the morning? However, if you don't eat much, you wont have enough energy and you'll feel hungry. That is the shitty truth... UGHHH' After finishing his breakfast, he bitterly left his shitty one bedroom apartment.
'Wow I never would've once thought that in my life, I'd work so hard at something' the lunatic th- *cough* I mean he thought..
'At the way this is going, I'm definitely going to fail, man if only I had Trump, he could totally kick out my Mexican boss and build a wall... I think? I mean....can't like the Mexicans just use a plane to fly over the wall? Or umm use boats to travel around the wall? But then again, what if he builds it high enough so that the planes can't fly through it? Or long enough to cover both sides of the sea? But in all seriousness wouldn't that cost too much money for Mexico.. Oh right, they won't actually pay for it...I think? But if America pays for it, what could all that shitty money be used for? Maybe they could donate to an unfortunate man like me *cough* PLEASE DO SO GOD' as he bitterly pleaded, he finally reached the bus stop, just in time as the bus arrived.
After he got inside of the bus, he noticed a teenage boy glaring at him outside the window as though he actually killed his mother. 'Man what does this young twat think he is? Some big badman? What did I do to him? If he's so bad, then the guy shouldn't be such a fucking coward and should actually come and say something. After all, even if he came, I'd teach him a lesson to remember.' after sneering at the boy and showing him the middle finger, the enraged boy started shouting and running towards the bus. Unfortunately, the boy stopped running after 20 seconds as he gasped for air.
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In the eyes of the bystanders, all they saw was a young boy swearing at a bus and running after it as though it ruined his life.
One of the bystanders commented whilst shaking his head "Is this what the younger generation has come to? What has the bus done to him?"
Another bystander sincerely replied from deep inside of his heart "He's probably going through puberty, tough times, it's the hormones...What is wrong with his hormones? I truly feel sorry for him, I mean look at what it has done to him... Truly what a poor boy he is, let us pray to god and wish for him to get by the tough times."
"Yeah, let us pray for the poor boy." the rest of the bystanders agreed as they lowered their heads to pray for the forsaken boy.
'HAHA what a fatso, next time try excersizing instead of sitting all day and just glaring at people...Hmph serves him right.' Jonas sneered in contempt as he thought about it. Never in his life would that wretched boy imagine and foresee today's events occuring
'Wow, surprisingly I'm in such a good mood today, but for some reason I feel as though something bad is going to happen soon. Oh well, life is life just deal with it.' the guy smugly stared into the distance with his imaginary glasses... inside of a fucking bus. (Way to ruin the mood narrator :L)
'Anyway, let's get back on track. How shall I kill my boss? Damn shitty boss why are you so hard to kill yet so nice and loved by everyone. Should I actually kill him? It leaves a little sour taste for me but....Maybe I should get his ex-lover to kill him? Now that I think about it, it won't work because I know his ex and he's so nice that she doesn't mind just being friends with him. FUCK SAKE, I just want a damn promotion, I want to be a boss, why is life so hard.' He just sat there feeling grief at his uneventful life.
'Nothing really get's me down as I'm an optimist yet I am also a realist. No, actually when have I given up? *Cough* Many times, but when you commit, you don't seem to give up. Yeah you're right, I can do this. What if I get him fired? No, actually how do I get him fired? He's worked at the company for 10 years and everyone likes him, but somehow he's never even done something wrong that is against the policy of this company. What if I drug him? OH SHIT IT'S MY STOP I NEED TO LEAVE THE BUS NOW.' He quickly stopped daydreaming and ran out of the bus just as the door was about to close.
"Phew that was close." He said to himself. All of a sudden, he saw a person, someone who would help him execute his plans excellently. He quietly muttered to himself "Hehehe I got just the right idea~~~."