Buster wondered what he was doing being all tied up to the chair.
Yorke came out of nowhere and smashed his head with a hammer and his skull cracked up.
Buster, with his eyes rolled up, was writhing in pain - his legs shaking violently. Yorke looked at him for a moment and pushed a kitchen knife through his throat. And kept hammering at Buster's fingers till it turned to pulp.
Then, humming to the tune of a symphony, Yorke cooly sawed off Buster's head. He cut off Buster's half moving fingers and arranged everything on a plate.
During dinnertime, Yorke presented the dish to his sister - half of Buster's body neatly arranged with tomatoes and cucumbers and ice cabbage.
Revenge, after all, is a dish, best served cold.
Why, sir/madam, are you not continuing to churn out such brilliant stuff?
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