Friends? I don't like having friends. They're needy and they're weaknesses. You can't trust anyone because in the choice between life and death they will screw you every time. You don't believe that? Really? So they say they will take a bullet for you. Give them a call and ask them to come over. When they get here, I will guarantee you that I will take this pistol from your head and shoot them dead if they agree to take your bullet. If they don't? Well, back to square one. You're screwed. But don't let that concern you. After I put a bullet through your brain I will be less kind with them for letting you down. Sure, you get the easy way out no matter what. You get to leave and hope that I don't ever catch up to you again somewhere down the miserable road of your life, or, you get a quick death. No pain at all, unless you wince or try to dodge the end of the barrel. I don't recommend that. I will show no mercy on you. As you bleed out for me, I'll kindly take you out. Like a train, there's always more cars to follow. What doesn't kill you initially will get you on the next pass. As for your friends, the useless acquaintances that you fill the dull drone of your day with, I'm certain they won't want to take your bullet. But, should they decide to, you've lost that loyal friend because the bullet will be delivered. Kind of seems a shame, but then that's their fault for being a friend to the likes of you. After all, you're the one that brought me here. You're the one that brought it to this. You're the one that isn't worth being friends with. I guess, they're the ones that were always screwed.

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