Slap that flag in the FACE.
Hey, Matt again, here with the second part of my....well...Fu$e's story... heh... So, after a while, I will admit, I was getting a little tired of everybody but me knowing who Fu$e was. And they all thought I WAS THE CRAZY ONE. I was so confused, because this guy CLEARLY wasn't my partner. One day, I got him alone, and I firmly asked him where my partner was. He acted confused, and did a darn good job, too, but I knew it was all a trick. I was sick and tired, and what I did next....might not have been the best course of action. We were doing a field test, you know, when we actually go outside to do something. Fu$e was heading it. And I grabbed a chainsaw. The others working with us were on break, and it was just me and him. He ran, of course he ran, but I chased him, all the way back to the lab. He tried to hide in a room. I found him. I tried to end him. I broke a beaker on a table and threw it at him, but he dodged it. I smiled as he clutched his eye in pain. I'd hit him! Fueled with adrenaline, I walked forward, ready to end this once and for all, when...and this is kind of embarrassing to admit...I slipped on the liquid that came from the beaker I'd broken, and fell forward onto the running chainsaw. So, long story short, I'm dead. Fu$e is fine, he got some kind of eyepatch thing for his eye. But I still hate him. I want my partner back. I want him, not Fu$e. Anyway. There it is.
