It’s Hammertime

You whistle a tune as you toss the hammer from one hand to the other.

The man looks over at you, confused by the smile on your face.

Just before it explodes his orbital socket, you see his face change – horrified, his hands are thrown up too late to prevent the blow.

You keep pounding until his brains are smeared across the white walls.

Walls you’ll have to get used to you in a psych ward you sick person!

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