SplatKkwhush..... . .
The shot followed the picture without apparent interval, the elven face
dissolving inwards on its last smile.
Frozen in time the camera revealed the immaculately pressed shirt behind
as the dyed black hair slid out of view; white becoming multicolour as
pink-tinged grey mush exploded outwards through the shattered skull.
Shading the television screen the massive figure began to shake. Quietly
at first until the quivering fat threatened to wobble the bulbous head
off the bull-like shoulders. Then, and only then, came deep rumblings
of mirth that rolled over and over like distant thunder.
Turning towards the huddled shape in the darkened corner the laughter
wheezed to a halt.
Eyes glistening with triumph the guttural voice intoned one word.
To be continued . .
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