Reverse Injustice

- I don't know why I'm even bothering to ask, because there's absolutely no excuse in the universe for your crime. But, why? - Well, it goes back to my childhood. (The other rolls his eyes.) I had this bully that used to pick on me in the school yard when I was seven. - Yes, childhood was a struggle for us all. I'm afraid that won't do. - But wait! There's more. You see the bully used to make fun of me. He called me names when he was beating on me. - I'm still not impressed. - No? What if I told you he put peanut butter in my hair and rubbed dandelions all over my face and shirt for two months while he called me the same name over and over? And what if I told you my victim shouted the same name at me before I cracked? - What was the name? - Doofus. - Are you the kid that used to wear the plaid pants with running shoes? And that had that high voice? - Yeah. - You're lucky. - Why? - We went to the same school. I'm letting you off the hook for this. (Heaving a sigh of relief, the prisoner rises and makes for the exit.) DOOFUS! (At this the prisoner turns and takes the other by surprise. After a short struggle, he gains possession of a firearm and, aiming for the back of his inquisitor's throat, pulls the trigger, causing a loud bang! and spraying blood and bone fragments all over the wall, ceiling, and floor.)
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