-Before you shoot, sir, could you please provide me the courtesy of an explanation, so that when I finally breathe my last, I would at least carry in the dying light the mysterious reason for this fatal event.
The other in the mask paused before pulling the trigger, amazed at the ludicrous language his target was still capable of in the end. In his mind he was telling him, in his mind he was addressing him, but it was too late to put in a phrase when reflex is racing over reflection:
-Your game had changed me forever. The worm under the stone you said, after I turned the stone over, I saw nothing but dark, dank earth. Nothing but dark, dank earth.
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