Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-5543592-20190414234803

Josey supposed he'd done the same thing with heads before, but it was still pretty gross.

"Don't it smell?" Josey asked.

Ratthew gurgled once more before his head was reduced to a smear on X-8's steel floor. An miserable end to a miserable existence.