Scene: someone won't mind their own business. In extreme cases, someone may reveal in a single action that they are the kind of person that is a busybody policy.
You pull out your pistol. Shoot them in the throat.
They fall over, which makes them hold still, so you can shoot them in the eyeball and heart too.
Holster pistol.
Make a note to yourself: reload it later.
"Why would I be mad? What is there to be mad about? He's not going to do it again. Does rage improve your aim or something? This isn't D&D."
Problem: solved.
It's not vengeance, it's tidying. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
If an apple goes moldy, you don't keep it near the fresh ones, you throw it out. It's not a great moral virtue, or a profound drama, it's a minor maintenance task.
Really it's your own fault for letting one get over your fences in the first place. If you're gonna be mad at someone, you have to be mad at yourself, which is normally a waste of time. Don't be mad, do fix it. Note to self: check fences for holes. If there aren't holes, then reinforce the fences. Maybe they're not tall enough?
1 comment:
Can’t stop laughing…priceless.
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