"Hello. Welcome to Target."
"You sound...annoyed."
"I opened the letter."
"...Annnnd?"
"I got accepted."
"...Isn't that good?"
"Still. I told you all about the situation I'm in right now."
"But don't walk around like a little bitch. Then you'll get me mad. And I'll come get you. And then kill you. And then cut you up. And then sell your parts."
"That was a lot of ands and thens."
"I know, Bobby. I know."
"...I don't know what to say."
"Well, think of - OH MY FUCK."
"..."
"Ow."
"..."
"OW."
"..."
"MOTHERFUCKER, ASK WHAT'S WRONG."
"...What's wrong?"
"I fell. It hurts. BECAUSE OF MY LITTLE SHIT OF A SISTER."
"Cursing isn't nice, Donald."
"DONALD DOESN'T FUCKING CARE. HE'S HURT. I'M CHOKING THE HELL OUT OF YOU GABBY. JUST WATCH. WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP, YOU'RE DONE FOR."
"That sounds harsh."
"Shut up, Bobby. She hurt Doanld. She must pay."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"SHUT THE HELL UP BOBBY."
"YOU SHUT THE HELL UP."
"YOU FUCK BOY."
"...I can't yell that out."
"EXACTLY. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP, UGLY."
"I'm recording this and using this evidence of verbal abuse in court."
"Then, I'll be in jail. Picture me now in a jail cell. Dancing for you, Bobby. Then I'll rip your throat out when you're distracted. Yeah. Like a villain. Cause I'm cool."
"..."
"You're thinking about it, aren't you? I bet you'll find me sexy, Bobby."
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Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
