Robert sat in the tram, observing the passenger's in the wagon. A blonde woman breastfed her baby, an old man pretended to read the newspaper but instead kept scoffing at younger people on their phones, a fatty stared at the aforementioned blonde woman.

He frowned as he saw the sweaty man fixated on the woman's breast, every heavy breath of his irking Robert. "Disgusting. No one would miss you. Bang." As Robert muttered under his breath, the man grasped his chest and folded over. Robert stared impassively as the man screamed in pain, his jugular bulged and, with a scream, finally died under the horrified gazes of the commuters.

"Don't be so noisy. A cardiac rupture is perfectly natural for an obese man such as him." All Robert had done was explode one of the ventricles of the man's heart. Unlike the Robert a few days ago, he didn't enjoy overly bloody scenes.

"Also, mmhh. The tingle of the horns growing when we kill someone is wow! I can understand why he got addicted." He said, enjoying the feeling.

"Anyone wanna try? I'm spotting at least two old people we can give an 'ictus'." He said, looking around hungrily.

"Nah man, it's cool. Two is a coincidence, three is a pattern." He said inside his head. While everyone clamored around the dead whale on the floor, he listened to the others in his head.

"Alright, but give it back later. I got stuff to do." Robert closed his eyes and ceded control of himself. When he blinked, his charming and warm aura had changed to bubbly and inquisitive.

"Bang. Take that, Boomer." Wasting no time, the new Robert popped a vein in the old man scoffing at the kids playing on their phones. The results were devastating.

At first, the man held his head in pain, then folded over and vomited on the floor. Just as he seemed to recover after emptying his stomach, he started having seizures.

He shook like a leaf under the wind, putting up quite a spectacle under Robert's obsessively curious eyes. Just as the man stopped dancing the worm on the floor, Robert felt his horn tingle and push against the hat.

The sensation overwhelmed him as he climaxed in his pants. He panted softly and with a satisfied smile on his face. Then, out of shame, He immediately ceded control.

A blink later, charming Robert was back. "Man, that's nasty." He said, examing the mess in his pants. "I know it feels good, but damn, self-control, dude. Actually, you know what? come back and fix this mess."

Inquisitive Robert came back without a word and created an image of a vacuum around his pants. The difference in atmospheric pressure quickly vaporized any liquid and then used "Push." to send it on a snoring man's shirt.

He didn't say anything and changed back to charming. "Good job, kid." He acknowledged and then looked around. The wagon was in chaos, a group of kids was live-streaming the old man's last moments. A petite woman tried resuscitating the obese man, but the difference in mass meant she couldn't push hard enough to restart the heart.

Not that it would mean anything as the heart was a goner.

"Ok, this is my stop." He said nonchalantly as he got up and then down the tram. A street filled with small boutiques and small shops revealed itself before his eyes. A group of paramedics ran towards the tram, but he didn't spare them a glance and started window shopping.

"By the way, I was thinking-haha, very funny." he said annoyed as he got rudely interrupted by a "that would be a first." in his head.

"Anyway, as we have found Mr rancorous mad dog unfit to play the game by himself, what if we all got names? I, for one, would like to be called Richard." He said and listened to the debate going on inside his head.

"I know, I know. We all are Robert. I'm just saying it's gonna get confusing. Imagine having to say: 'oh, remember when Robert hit Robert because of what Robert said to Robert.'" Again, he listened to replies that no one other than him could hear.

"Exactly. Also, who knows, maybe one day we will exist outside of this head as soon as Mr. JizzPants can figure it out." He said, foreshadowing.

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(Wink wink, guys.)

The newly named Richard tuned out the chaos that his words has set off and walked into a clothing store.

The store was a very open concept place. Two racks of clothes stood on either side of the shop. Two blue armchairs sat in the middle, and a beautiful woman of color sat behind a desk, playing on her phone.

As Richard entered, she put down the phone and enthusiastically welcomed him.

"Welcome to Nyima boutique. I'm Nyima. if you need anything, I'm right here." She said with a big smile on her face. Her raven hair sat on her right shoulder in a ponytail, contrasting nicely with her skin, a light brown mixed with caramel and ash.

Richard looked in appreciation at her delicate facial features and dark eyes. "Hello, I'm just looking," Richard said politely. He started browsing through the rack while sneaking glances at the shop owner.

"Guys, it's been a few years since any of us got our collective dick wet, do any of you mind if I...?" He let the rest of the question hang as he listened to the rest of his "colleagues" discuss.

"Celeste this, Celeste that. She is gone, and I'm not letting it ruin the rest of our life." He heard some more noise as they accepted his choice.

"Yes, Theodore, you can go round two after me." He said to the inquisitive personality from before. "Absolutely not. I ain't letting you turn her into a piece of high-end skin luggage." He said to the mad dog that had controlled the body for over a month. "Why? Just think of the smell. You haven't thought of the smell, you bitch! That's exactly, why we took control from you, Balzac."

"Now, be quiet and let me work my magic." He examined the store and its owner, she looked nervous, and from the state of things, he didn't think the store received much traffic. A plan started taking shape.

He grabbed a red coat, a white jumper, and blue pants. All amongst the most expensive pieces in the shop and changed. However, he kept his hat on.

"What do you think?" He said, doing a little pirouette in front of the happy Nyima.

"You look positively dashing! You have great taste." She said fawningly, anticipating a big sale. For the sake of her wallet, she decided to ignore the hat, rationalizing that maybe he was embarrassed about a bald patch.

"Well, thank you. But, I think you are the one with great taste. I just have the eyes to recognize the quality and attention you put into setting up shop." She beamed at the compliment and helped Robert select more clothes.

As they happily chatted, Robert pulled his secret weapon. "Pardon me if I'm being intrusive. But, are you perhaps from Tibet?" He guessed with a smile.

Taken aback by the guess, she blinked her big dark eyes at him. "I am! How did you guess?" She asked in surprise.

"Just experience. I have been several times to Lhasa and Nagqu, and I recognized your complexion, and considering your name, it was a sure bet." He explained, lying as if it was the most natural thing.

The basis of a good lie lies in two elements. Keep it small and coax your partner into doing most of the talking.

Nyima's eyes brightened like stars at the mention of her country, and chatted happily, reminiscing her time back in her hometown. Richard supplemented little to the conversation, just bits he had heard in documentaries or even simpler "Oh yeah, I remember seeing that."

Minutes after he had entered the store, the owner already held him in high regard, her opinion of him skyrocketing due to a shared past in Tibet and his status as a big spender. If only she knew that the big spender in her shop planned on using the card he had yoinked from Rochelle. Wasn't fully even his fault, who left a card on a visible spot with the pin code on a sticky note next to it.

When she placed everything on the counter and started ringing it, Richard decided to take a leap and risk it all. "Sorry, can I see your nails?" He asked expectantly.

The young lady immediately offered her hand to be scrutinized. "I was right, this manicure is amazing. Did you do it yourself?" He held her delicate hand and gently caressed the back of her fingers.

"I... Oh yeah." She felt a jolt when he caressed her fingers, and her heart skipped a beat. Her voice droned out as she lost herself in his eyes. The two of them intensely stared at each other in the eyes, sharing a moment of rare spiritual intimacy.

"I.." She started as their faces neared. "Shh." Richard took advantage of her opening and went for the kiss. He could feel her warm expectant breath on his skin when...

*Dring* The bell of the shop rang as a man entered. He didn't immediately pay attention to the couple sharing a moment, too busy looking at his cellphone. "Hey, babe. I'm back, did we sell anything?" He asked, slowly turning his head up.

Seeing her boyfriend cooled her head, and she immediately took a step backward, pulling her hand free at the same time. "H-hey Francis!" She stammered out.

He looked up. "Baby? are you okay?" He noticed his girlfriend's odd tone and then the unknown man next to her and the bags of clothes on the desk.

His eyes went *ka-ching*, and he approached Richard, intent on thanking him for his purchase. However, a sudden chest pain stopped him dead in his track.

He coughed in his hand and saw a red stain with small meat chunks. When he started coughing his lungs out Nyima ran to him and supported him. "What's going on? Oh my god, we need an ambulance! Mr. Richard can you-" She stopped when she noticed that Richard was gone, and so were the clothes on the desk.

However, she didn't have time to pay attention to that as her boyfriend needed help.

Meanwhile, Richard walked towards the tram, his face black in frustration. "Fucking cockblocker, Just as I had her."