|
It was a dark and stormy night. Jolted out of his reverie by a figure in the road, John skidded to a halt. He pulled up to the man and cautiously rolled down his window.
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
"What are you doing out here on such a terrible night?" he asked the man. "Killing people," the man replied ominously. "Oh, cool." And then he drove off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Maybe I should work on that a little... | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
