Mr. Lanyon's Appearance

  
  God, where was the dumb fellow? He was supposed to be here according to the time on my watch. Does this goddarn watch even work? Ugh, I must be early and I utterly hate being wrong. Utterly hate it.

  Oh my god. If he does show up in the next minute, when the man does come, I will throw him to the ground and butcher him up into a million pieces. I will cook him in a fire and watch him slowly burn to ashes. And I'll just forget about chopping off the heart up, so that he can watch this wonderful sight happening.

  Finally, its almost 1 am according to my broken watch, when the man trudges up to the sight of the meeting.

  "Do you have it? , Do you have it?" I asked.
  He told me to come where he was, as if he was the boss. He can believe what he wants to, but this lighter was trembling in my pocket, almost as if it were begging to be used. Like the thing could speak!

  After that, he kept talking and talking, stupidily of course. Sometimes I wonder if life would be better if everyone but me was dead. He gave me what I needed and it was mine, all mine! Dr. Jekyll, good luck getting this! Whenever i spoke to the idiotic dumb fellow, he would look at me as if i was speaking in another language. After this he left god, and I watched the fellow leave from the perfect angle. 2 minutes passed, and he was still walking as if he was forgetting something. Finally, the goddarn donkey was gone. My brain could be at rest and I could actually think with a decent amount of grammar. I hope he gets hit by a carriage on the way to his home, so no one will ever have to see his stupid face again. Ugly, ugly man. Thank god he was gone.