One, two three, of them go on a ride through the park, one brings the lights, the other a big black box, and the last brings a metallic spear, with a soft handle but solid as the black night, here comes a fourth one to join the party....
The last one stabs him....
The other puts him in the big black box ....
And ....
The last turns on the lights and runs for it. ....
The fourth one wakes up he screams for his life....
Was it his mind? He knows he's in for it. Some how…… ....
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