Sunday March 4

12:15 pm

 

I met Quebec today. I wasn’t looking for a volunteer, he just offered his ass to the project. I am already cranky because I miss my lady and Kevin and Special K are distraught over this stalking situation so today would have been a good

day to not fuck up. Then along came Quebec. Before I get into the details of this most unfortunate meeting between Quebec and I, Papa responded to our email:

 

“Simon,

 

I see “Special K” has herself a little bitch of her own. I see you are too much of a wuss to come at me face to face. I am here anytime you think you are man enough faggot. When I find you I will take out the cost of my tires out of your ass. Now, Fuck off!

 

Walking Corpse

 

Man to man he will get, but not quite yet. I learned that Papa has more than a slight aversion to snakes. I just so happen to know where I can lay my hands on some and I think the Rage and I can help Papa overcome his fears. I have some new surveillance cameras I have been itching to use and this might produce some video worthy of Snapchat! The Rage misses that poor dead dismembered bastard.

 

Good thing Quebec offered to take our mind off of our problems and create some for him. I was heading over to Papa’s for some more surveillance and as I was coming into the neighborhood, 25 mph streets with lots of kids and pets running around, Quebec was approaching from the opposite direction. As he drew closer, it was obvious he was going well over the speed limit. I activated my surveillance equipment and pulled over to the side of the street to observe. He narrowly missed hitting a young boy who came out of his yard to fetch his football, but that didn’t slow him down one bit. A block later, he came roaring up behind a young lady who was walking her dog on the sidewalk. The sound of the roaring engine startled the dog and it bolted into the street, right in front of Quebec. I didn’t even see the flicker of a brake light as he mowed down that little dog and kept on going until he made a right two blocks away. I turned around and went back to see if I could help, but the dog was dead and the young lady was beyond distraught. At times like this I don’t mind being a ruthless killer, this kind of dickery is what got the Rage and I into this project to begin with. When I am done with Quebec, Canada might want to consider renaming the province, it won’t be pretty. Good news is the Rage finally got his whip from Amazon and has been practicing. While not quite as proficient as he is with the bow, you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of the whip, I think he can carve his initials now.

 

Slithery night op.

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