You'd better, or else...

Hey, you! You'd better click on my ads to the right! Or else I'll have my flunkies (e.g. Burkey) whack you! And my hitmen wouldn't do anything fancy like using sharks with lasers. Those elaborate executions give people too much opportunity for escape. In fact, after seeing A History of Violence tonight, I wouldn't let them do anything but snipe you from a nice, long, safe distance. So you'd better start clicking those ads. NOW. Or else. *a dramatization of returning to Read from AHOV* "Man, I'm going to have weird dreams again. I had some after watching Sin City," worried Joe. He inserted his key into the lock and opened it. "Really? What kinda dreams?" inquired Sibo as they walked through the doors, welcoming the relative warmth of Read. Joe thought of the best way to describe those dreams. "Disturbing dreams..." A fleeting image of Sin City popping into his mind, Sibo curiously asked, "...So, do you dream in color or in black and white?" "Color--" Both Joe and Sibo stopped. On the floor by the elevator was a splash of dried, red blood. Joe looked at Sibo. Sibo looked at Joe. *The End*