Benbo didn’t care. He didn’t feel a thing. He was emotionless. He did what he wanted. He liked to laugh and did things that made him laugh. He was unaware of the consequences that happened as a result. People, and the things he did to them, made him laugh.
‘Ok, if I am holding the rock, what am I supposed to do with it?’ asked Carl.
‘You need to hit him in the ankle.’ Said Joan.
‘The ankle? Are you shitting me?’
‘No, it is his Achilles heel.’
‘Just how do you presume that I hit him in the ankle?’
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