Artistikem

“Don’t shoot me, please.”

“Why? Why shouldn’t I kill you right now, this instant, with this gun, with a bullet to your head?”

“There are things in life worth living, you know? Reasons not to kill me, reasons for you not to go to jail.”

“Who said I was going to jail?”

“The police will get you eventually, and you will be jailed for my murder.”

“Crap… No, no they won’t. I will make it look like an accident.”

“Shooting me down from six feet is no accident.”

“Dammit. What about if I get closer?”

“A few more steps will do. A contact shot.”

“Then I’ll push it to your forehead.”

“And don’t forget to write a suicide note on my behalf.”