SHOTS FIRED SHOTS FIRED HE LITERALLY NUST MURDERED ASA ON THE SPOT 😭😭😭😭

SHOTS FIRED SHOTS FIRED HE LITERALLY NUST MURDERED ASA ON THE SPOT 😭😭😭😭

I'm not scared of you, buggy bitch -🦉

"Oh, are you? Or do you hide underneath that spite and anger you hold? That mask won't hold up for so long, Damon."

You silly, stupid, petty, vindictive child. You think you can get rid of us? With... what is that? A can? Is that it? You defeat us with a simple spray of an invention you humans put for over years now? Defeating something abstract with a material item?

Stupid.

[It laughed, tauntingly, with a deep voice. It felt suffocating to be in the beast's presence. Compared to you, it was hulkingly tall, perhaps like a grownup.]

Well, since you decide to talk to us as if you could just erase us like nothing, we'll start a conversation.

Tell me, Damon, how is it becoming Jack's pet? No, no, don't look at us like that. We know you try to convince them that you are on their side. It's very obvious, very palpable, it is pathetic. You hate everyone on this island, do you? Piggy? Simon? Oh, you hate them, they are weird and ugly and pathetic.. like you. You saw yourself in them, do you?

Oh, but you hate Jack Merridew more. That's right. You hate that stupid, narcissistic, facist, bullying dictator of a leader. Yet, you still want to be accepted by the very people whom you hate mutually? You can't even do all the advanced practices real medics do. You are nothing, really. Who needs a playground medic for a real war?

One moment you're a bullheaded egoist with a vendetta against everyone and the next you're a simpering yes-man. Pick a struggle, Damon!

[It laughed heartily again, maniacally. It was humiliating to stand there and let this creature tore you apart. Yet you can't move, you were paralyzed on the spot. Out of dread, out of fear, out of embarrassment. It embarrassed you.]

Such heightened superiority you have, my child. Do you think you could shove your head up your arse if you strain your neck much further above?

Now, now, don't cry infront of us. Don't you want to let the hunters see you cry all alone like a whimpering hog? We were only saying what is true. It hurts, doesn't it? Hurts more than chemotherapy, we bet.

Get out of our sight. Don't even think of trying to get rid of us, we always come back like the disease that ridden you.

It will come back.