The day was a crisp September evening, and Michael, Chris, and Gabriel were sitting on a couch. Michael said: "Dang, I wish I had some milk." Gabe said: "I could really use another man to snuggie wuggie with." Then Chris just sat there. No emotion in his eyes. Only pain. He feels nothing. He looks down at his hands. He feels numb. He cannot take it anymore. He begins to rip off the hair on his head. The dull pain of numbness fills his mind as he screams. But his screams fall upon deaf ears. He finishes, then he takes his glasses off. He smashes them on the ground underneath his foot. Still nothing. Just the same numbness. He keeps screaming, but nothing is coming out. Nothing will come out, for he was doomed to feel numbness forever. Chris snaps out of it, and realizes nothing happened. He looks around and sees Gabe and Michael staring at him. 

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"What's wrong?" Gabe asks.

"I- uh..." "I hope you are alright." Michael says.

     Chris begins to stare at his hands. The same hands he had before he started the act. He starts screaming again. "Uh are you alright? Is there something wrong?" Chris turns to Michael, then runs out of the room. He comes back seconds later with a 44 magnum. Michael and Gabe look on in horror as he proceeds to blow a hole through his skull. His lifeless corpse falls to the ground. Michael screams, and Gabe passes out. After a couple minutes, Anthony comes in the room with feces smeared across his face, and most notably, on his mouth. "Hey guys, what's going on?"