[Spartacus]

iPhone Headphones:
All I... I....

::gargle; spit; splatt::

(Crescent blood flowed down the bear's neck like a squashed strawberry sandwich. Behind him, an overweight ninja wiped his blade on this fuzzy bear's back before lumbering back to the barren forest. Buy yourself a real pair of earphones, you deaf sucker...the bear thought he heard the ninja yell, but it could've been grow yourself a real pair, you phony dead fucker...or something similar just as well. It was hard to hear the fella. Or anything else for that matter. His matted beard felt warm. Or was the warmth from his soggy shirt? Red had always been his favorite color. Now it taunted him like red bitchy witch etching to stitch his manhood to her twitchy itch.
Damn you Steve Jobs, he scribbled incoherently in the the mushy waterfall of jam. That Jucking...Feve...Stobs)
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And then there were none.

Go drunk Izzie, you're home.