Chapter Two
Mermites will bring happiness
Snackler sensed his target nearing. Soon the steps, the trudging footfalls could be heard. This poor soul walked towards an explosive charge. In somewhen, it was probable that man would be walking into certain death. Snackler probed his thoughts briefly.
"Cold, I'm so cold. Fuckin' no place to sit, no place! Fuckin' fuck, fuck. Sick of walking. It's so f…
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