The final blink

Her head was blown into pieces, fragments of skull clanging off other objects nearby. “Eat that, you old hag!” he cried righteously. The largest chunk of her head came to rest near his hip as he sat on the floor. Alas, it had all happened so quickly that his orgasm was now a fait accompli, and the largest dollop of his issue flew up, over and down onto her left eyebrow and eye. She blinked for the last time.

Next stop – bants!

What banter! Steve had tried the old ‘dip your finger in water to make you piss yourself in your sleep’ on Chris, and it had nearly worked, but then Chris had woken, grabbed Steve, swiftly and expertly manoeuvred him into an agonising arm lock, held that ’til his whimpering subsided before snapping the arm off and laughing, then held a loaded pistol to his head while he produced a turd for Darren to carry round to Steve’s mouth and shove it all in and pinch his nose until he swallowed it else the both of them would have got their fucking heads blown off.