05-17-2007, 05:07 AM
Paperman rolled out of the way as the blast struck behind him. He shook his head. When would people learn charismatic authority didn't work over a rational legal authority with a mandate of legitimacy? He fished his pen out of his pocket as ice scattered under Ragweed, pulled off the cap to unleash its sliver nib, and dved at the scientist. It was sad people were willing to be so uncivilised. He landed at his leg, and stabbed it, unleashing the ink into his bloodstream as his released the fountain carterage clip into him: he looked on, sadly, as the blood vesiles in the man's face began to buldge and blacken: they criss crossed his forehead like a map.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that." he said, as he watched his poison kill him from the inside. "Poison pen, see."
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that." he said, as he watched his poison kill him from the inside. "Poison pen, see."