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Underground eXperts United
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[The Civilized Primitive Prowler] [ By The GNN ]
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THE CIVILIZED PRIMITIVE PROWLER
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"Everything goes!"
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(P.K Feyerabend)
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Carefully, he tried to sneak past the door. But he failed as usual. As
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if the boss had waited for him, the door opened violently.
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- You are late! the boss shouted at him.
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- Sorry, he said and walked on.
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- Next time, you will be even MORE sorry!
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When he had entered his office and convinced himself that the boss was
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far away, he took a deep breath of relief.
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did you say something? He asked softly.
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yeah, i said that you were fucking late!
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oh really, and if I enjoy being late then? what are YOU
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going to do about it? fire me? fuck me?
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the boss did not say anything. He just stared. stared,
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like a pig in the mud. stare stare stare. that was his
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real job. to scream and then just STARE.
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you know that I hate you, don't you? He said with a calm
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voice.
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now He was in a rage. but on the outside, He was soft.
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the boss reacted. the boss raised his fist. get out! now!
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the boss' face was red and hot. any second, steam would
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probably make it's way out of his clean white shirt.
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out? He said. listen to facts!
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He bent down, placed his briefcase on the floor and
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opened it. instead of a pile of papers, there was a kitchen
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knife there. He reached for it and got to his feet again.
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the boss just stared. stare stare stare. He held the knife
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in front of the eyes of his boss. the boss opened his mouth
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as if He was going to say something. the boss never got
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the chance. with a fast move, He let the knife open up the
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throat of his boss. the mouth was still open when blood
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gushed all over the white shirt. with a smile He watched his
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boss trying to stop the flood with his hands. the boss
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choked. the boss STARED at him. stare! stare! quickly,
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He pushed the boss back into the office. then He closed
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the door and left.
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He left the sidewalk and stepped to the cross-road. A car honked
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aggressively at him. He pretended that he did not hear it and quickly made
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his way to the other side.
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He stopped. the car honked again. the anger exploded in
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his head and sent shock-waves to his entire body. I have
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got the right to walk here and no car can stop me. the car
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honked again. He turned to it and stared at the driver. it
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was a woman. secure in her car. no one can touch her.
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secure.
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fuck you, He screamed and pointed at her. people around
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him stopped and watched. fuck you, He screamed again.
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she began to look scared. she did not know what to do.
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he took a step against the car, the castle of iron and
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steel.
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her fear turned into irritation. she lifted her
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arm, hesitated for a second, but slammed the steering-wheel
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again. the sound of the car honking for the third time had
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a message.
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He jumped onto the hood. the car rocked from his weight.
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she looked confused. the gun was suddenly there, in his
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hand. the next second, a shot was heard. the windscreen
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shattered. another shot was heard.
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Almost all of the ten toilets were busy. Just one were free. But just
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as he were going to touch the handle and open the door, someone roughly
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made his way past him and sneaked inside.
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Shit, he thought. Why do I always have to wait?
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the door opened and the tall man tried to enter the toilet
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before He did.
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no way! I was here first! He placed his leg in the way and
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the man tripped. a messy sound was heard when the man
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crushed his skull against the cold concrete floor.
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you have been punished, He thought. but not enough!
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He felt good when He pissed on the dead body.
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It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. The sound shook
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his head and dragged him right of dream land. It did not feel good to
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leave the warm bed just to answer the phone.
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- Yeah?
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- Sorry, I called the wrong number.
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- Ok.
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He hung up and crawled back to bed. It took ten seconds, and then the
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phone rang again.
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- Yeah?
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- You again? I am really sorry, I must have been given the wrong number.
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- Ok.
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He hung up. The phone did not ring any more that night. But he could not
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sleep.
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He hung up. then He rushed down the stairs and out on the
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streets. He searched every house in the entire country
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before He found the bastard. He was sitting by the phone
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and called up sleeping people just to say that He got the
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wrong number. the bastard looked quite scared when he
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dashed into his room.
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now I got you, you fucking shithead! He screamed.
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the bastard was fat and ugly. the bastard tried to defend
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himself with the handset but with no results. He kicked it
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away and the entire phone fell to the floor and exploded in
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a cloud of smoke. the bastard was unarmed.
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I am so lonely, the bastard said. I have to call people
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to hear a voice. understand me.
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get a life, He said.
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He gave the bastard a hard punch over the chin. the
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bastard was knocked unconscious. He dragged the fat body to
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the bed that was placed in a corner of the small room and
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tied the bastard to it.
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then He went back out on the streets again. when he
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returned, the bastard had woken up. He held the big
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phone-booth that He had stolen over his head and screamed
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wrong number!
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wrong number!
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then He threw the phone-booth against the bastard. the
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bastard yelled in panic. the phone-booth landed on top of
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the bastard and crushed every bone in the body. blood
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dripped from the bed and down on the floor.
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He left the room, satisfied.
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In the corner of his eye, he noticed how his little bother quickly moved
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the queen over the chess board.
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Oh dear, he thought. My brother - nine years old - plays chess and
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cheats. Why cannot kids of today learn what honesty means?
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He planned to tell his brother a few chosen words about how much he
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dislike people who cheats.
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But he did not. There was probably no idea anyway.
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what the fuck did you do? He asked and pushed the
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chess table away. it crashed down on the floor.
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I asked you a question, you asshole! he screamed, this
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time very loud.
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his brother looked shocked.
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suddenly, He decided to wipe out the face of his little
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brother forever. with a hard stroke, a iron stick smashed
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the head of his brother to nothing. the brain of smeared
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itself all over the wall paper.
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He threw the iron stick out of a window, then He turned to
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the brain on the wall paper and said
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you cannot use that one to cheat any more!
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From: The Gnn
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To: L. Oser
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Subject: typing txt
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TG>> I would like a few comments about my latest files.
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LO> Well, I must say that they were... rather average. I felt that
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LO> they had no real SUBSTANCE, if you get my point of view. Sometimes, I
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LO> feel that you only write for the "sake of writing". Try to include
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LO> more "facts" in them, like I do.
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LO> Talking about files, I have a LOT OF IDEAS right now! I will try to
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LO> get some free time (from all my girls!) and write them down, so stay
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LO> tuned!
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I see. Thanks for your critic.
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fuck you
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fuck you
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fuck you
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I shit on your crappy files, and I know that you hate me
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as much as I hate you and your pseudo-intellectual bullshit!
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I want to kill you and erase your account from this planet!
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die slow and in pain.
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you believe that you are something in this world, but you
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are nothing - only a big mouth that produces selfish
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statements that results in anger anger anger around you.
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some day we will meet - you and me alone.
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until then...
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//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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