CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Andrew sat on the end of his bed, wondering how it had come to this. The years of his life flashed before his eyes. He smiled at the pleasant memories and even managed to laugh off the not so pleasant ones. None of it mattered now They were all about to be gone soon. He absently stroked his gun and wait...and waited. It was the moment he had never wanted to come, but now that he was ready for it he just wanted it to be over soon. Finally, the door opened and his wife walked in. She looked at the gun, then at Andrew, alarmed.
"What are you doing with that!?" said asked.
"SELLING IT TO HITLER!" HE REPLIELD OLLLLLLLLLLL
"What are you doing with that!?" said asked.
"SELLING IT TO HITLER!" HE REPLIELD OLLLLLLLLLLL
