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Roy types away, unaware that his life is about to end.
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| Well, well, if it isn't Roy. | |
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| Yeah guys! I made a comic about her too! Me am so clever! W00t!!11 | |
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A few swipes and stabs with a knife and a gunshot.
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| Die fatboy. Die and walkforever in the depths of hell. I'll send your family so you aren't lonely. | |
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| No..NO!! NOOOOO!! PLEASE!! I'M SORRY! | |
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And as Roy's lifeless, yet eternally horrified eyes stare at the ceiling, and his blood runs freely from his open wounds....
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| Well that's that. Now to find his parents. | |
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