"GET OFF MY BACK! What the FUCK are you doing, you little moron?" Roger cried, twisting and trying to swat Quin from his perch. He was quickly getting soaked in blood. I'm probably going to get some sort of fucked-up disease from this little retard, Roger thought. Wait, I got an idea...
Roger flopped onto his back. The idea was to trap Quin underneath, and smash him under Roger's greater body weight. If he was really lucky, Quin would crack his head on the pavement and get knocked out. How much more punishment can this little guy take? |