Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-110

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When he had entered his office and convinced himself that the boss was far away, he took a deep breath of relief. did you say something? He asked softly. yeah, i said that you were fucking late! oh really, and if I enjoy being late then? what are YOU going to do about it? fire me? fuck me? the boss did not say anything. He just stared. stared, like a pig in the mud. stare stare stare. that was his real job. to scream and then just STARE. you know that I hate you, don't you? He said with a calm voice. now He was in a rage. but on the outside, He was soft. the boss reacted. the boss raised his fist. get out! now! the boss' face was red and hot. any second, steam would probably make it's way out of his clean white shirt. out? He said. listen to facts! He bent down, placed his briefcase on the floor and opened it. instead of a pile of papers, there was a kitchen knife there. He reached for it and got to his feet again. the boss just stared. stare stare stare. He held the knife in front of the eyes of his boss. the boss opened his mouth as if He was going to say something. the boss never got the chance. with a fast move, He let the knife open up the throat of his boss. the mouth was still open when blood gushed all over the white shirt. with a smile He watched his boss trying to stop the flood with his hands. the boss choked. the boss STARED at him. stare! stare! quickly, He pushed the boss back into the office. then He closed the door and left. He left the sidewalk and stepped to the cross-road. A car honked aggressively at him. He pretended that he did not hear it and quickly made his way to the other side. He stopped. the car honked again. the anger exploded in his head and sent shock-waves to his entire body. I have got the right to walk here and no car can stop me. the car honked again. He turned to it and stared at the driver. it was a woman. secure in her car. no one can touch her. secure. fuck you, He screamed and pointed at her. people around him stopped and watched. fuck you, He screamed again. she began to look scared. she did not know what to do. he took a step against the car, the castle of iron and steel. her fear turned into irritation. she lifted her arm, hesitated for a second, but slammed the steering-wheel again. the sound of the car honking for the third time had a message. He jumped onto the hood. the car rocked from his weight. she looked confused. the gun was suddenly there, in his hand. the next second, a shot was heard. the windscreen shattered. another shot was heard. Almost all of the ten toilets were busy. Just one were free. But just as he were going to touch the handle and open the door, someone roughly made his way past him and sneaked inside. Shit, he thought. Why do I always have to wait? the door opened and the tall man tried to enter the toilet before He did. no way! I was here first! He placed his leg in the way and the man tripped. a messy sound was heard when the man crushed his skull against the cold concrete floor. you have been punished, He thought. but not enough! He felt good when He pissed on the dead body. It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. The sound shook his head and dragged him right of dream land. It did not feel good to leave the warm bed just to answer the phone. - Yeah? - Sorry, I called the wrong number. - Ok. He hung up and crawled back to bed. It took ten seconds, and then the phone rang again. - Yeah? - You again? I am really sorry, I must have been given the wrong number. - Ok. He hung up. The phone did not ring any more that night. But he could not sleep. He hung up. then He rushed down the stairs and out on the streets. He searched every house in the entire country before He found the bastard. He was sitting by the phone and called up sleeping people just to say that He got the wrong number. the bastard looked quite scared when he dashed into his room. now I got you, you fucking shithead! He screamed. the bastard was fat and ugly. the bastard tried to defend himself with the handset but with no results. He kicked it away and the entire phone fell to the floor and exploded in a cloud of smoke. the bastard was unarmed. I am so lonely, the bastard said. I have to call people to hear a voice. understand me. get a life, He said. He gave the bastard a hard punch over the chin. the bastard was knocked unconscious. He dragged the fat body to the bed that was placed in a corner of the small room and tied the bastard to it. then He went back out on the streets again. when he returned, the bastard had woken up. He held the big phone-booth that He had stolen over his head and screamed wrong number! wrong number! then He threw the phone-booth against the bastard. the bastard yelled in panic. the phone-booth landed on top of the bastard and crushed every bone in the body. blood dripped from the bed and down on the floor. He left the room, satisfied. In the corner of his eye, he noticed how his little bother quickly moved the queen over the chess board. Oh dear, he thought. My brother - nine years old - plays chess and cheats. Why cannot kids of today learn what honesty means? He planned to tell his brother a few chosen words about how much he dislike people who cheats. But he did not. There was probably no idea anyway. what the fuck did you do? He asked and pushed the chess table away. it crashed down on the floor. I asked you a question, you asshole! he screamed, this time very loud. his brother looked shocked. suddenly, He decided to wipe out the face of his little brother forever. with a hard stroke, a iron stick smashed the head of his brother to nothing. the brain of smeared itself all over the wall paper. He threw the iron stick out of a window, then He turned to the brain on the wall paper and said you cannot use that one to cheat any more! From: The Gnn To: L. Oser Subject: typing txt TG>> I would like a few comments about my latest files. LO> Well, I must say that they were... rather average. I felt that LO> they had no real SUBSTANCE, if you get my point of view. Sometimes, I LO> feel that you only write for the "sake of writing". Try to include LO> more "facts" in them, like I do. LO> Talking about files, I have a LOT OF IDEAS right now! I will try to LO> get some free time (from all my girls!) and write them down, so stay LO> tuned! I see. Thanks for your critic. fuck you fuck you fuck you I shit on your crappy files, and I know that you hate me as much as I hate you and your pseudo-intellectual bullshit! I want to kill you and erase your account from this planet! die slow and in pain. you believe that you are something in this world, but you are nothing - only a big mouth that produces selfish statements that results in anger anger anger around you. some day we will meet - you and me alone. until then... ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// A free Worldwide CallBack service! Where? There! SEDES DIABOLI +46-586-SEARCH \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ We'll get nowhere without a video. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Underground eXperts United 1993 Call RIPCO ][ -> +1-312-528-5020 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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