Death Kills The Internet

The king of death thinks he killed the internet.

When he loses his temper with his internet-surfing assistant in the Morgue.

He wanders around all day feeling guilty.

Did he really kill it, or was it a case of really bad timing?

"I can't hear myself thinking," complained the King frustrated "Kill the music, or I will."

"I'm on a break, Blake," protested Dante.

"Go have a break somewhere else?" Blake moaned.

"I can't, I'm on the computer surfing the net," said Dante.

Blake walked into the office from the autopsy room.

"Turn it off," Blake screamed, and the computer blew up.

"Thanks, a lot Blake," Dante back Snapped at Blake very annoyed.

Blake felt guilty for killing the work computer. He looked at his phone nervously. Noting, he had no bars of internet.

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Hljóðbók: 1 juni 2024