Olay

Hi! That's all that was said, hi, and then the fading sound of foot steps. It's like this fucking game where the man dresses up in shiny spandex costume or some shit like that with a stupid little hat on his head, sword in one hand, red cloth in the other and taunts the damn bull to the loud applause of his adoring deranged fans until he, or they, get tired of taunting the by now infuriated and frustrated bull.



Then with one swift thrust from his sword, penetrates the bull and it comes crashing down hard, gasping, life fleeing from its body - stunned and stiff; and the last memory burnt in the back of its mind as seen through these dark pools for eyes, is the smug face of that motherfucking bull fighter. That mofo, posing, staring him down - thinking "ah! you thought you were big and bad, huh, look how I have you now - shocked huh - speechless - good."


Hi, no bye, nothing, not even a space between, just the thrust of that infernal sword. Hi, and fade to black.