Thread: Questions for JTM

JTM goes to the front broken door looking out, bat raised in the air.

“AND STAY THE FUCK OUT!!!! YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE!!!!”

He comes back in swinging his bat several times on his door smashing it to pieces, then walks back in looking right at Barbie, pointing his bat at Barbie, still somewhat pissed.

“Don’t you even fucking start with me!!!”

He then sits down on the comfy couch, calming down, realizing there is now snow coming into his house from outside.

“That’s just fucking great!!!!”

Releasing the bat by his side, he puts his hands on his head, trying not to think about what could be happening to his nun friend at this very moment, hiding the trickles of blood from plain view of Barbie, composing himself the best he can.

Why wasn’t I there to save you?

JTM calms down wiping the blood completely from his eyes, looking at Barbie.

“I’ll be back. Going for a walk to clear my head. Take care of the fort while I’m gone.”

He gets up from the couch, walking out his open door, trudging through the snow.

JTM returns back to his place with a new door. His disheveled look stares at Barbie once more. A sinister look gazes at her as he kicks the snow out of his place.

“I’m home Barbie!!!!”

He starts chuckling as he starts to install the door. The more he chuckles, the more the laughter takes on some strange evil connotations, by the time he has the door fully in place.

He then walks past Barbie, not saying a word, sitting back down on his comfy couch, slamming a beer down quickly.