​     What, five minutes before, had been a young, loving couple cooing over coffee, grabbed chairs to swing at Niki's head. Niki twisted to avoid getting smacked by one chair while at the same time grabbing the other chair out of the young woman's hands. She was a real cutie, a blonde with a fresh, peach colored hue to her cheeks. The chair that missed Niki shattered as it hit the floor. The young man was so handsome he looked like he just stepped out of a TV commercial selling milk. His hair was so perfectly combed, it looked like a helmet.

     That's where Niki swung the chair she now held, at that perfectly combed hair.

     Crack! goes the skull.

     Silver mist for Mr. TV Commercial.   

​     Niki dropped what she held to snatch up a shattered chair leg. She jammed its jagged edge up under the woman's ribcage. Niki heard something deep inside the woman's mouth go gurgle-gurgle.

     Goo. Mist.

     A cook swung a skillet at Trevor's head.

​     Trevor avoided the swing, and as he did he sliced the back of the cook's knees with his laser-razor. As the cook fell, Trevor snatched the skillet out of the cook's hand. The first thing he used it for was to bash in the cook's skull. Then,

​     "Bye," Trevor said. He disappeared.

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