As you consider who your first victim should be, your phone begins to ring. Checking the number, you recognize it as belonging to your snobbish social climbing ex girlfriend Wendy VanChelson. "What does that bitch want?" you grumble. You seriously consider ignoring it, as any affecting you might have had for your ex is long gone, primarily due to her ditching you in favor of a rich pretty boy every bit as shallow as she is, and that after everything you'd done for her, giving up friends, hobbies, allowance, hell, you'd even stolen for her, nearly winding up in jail for it, all just to please her, only for her to stab you in the back as soon as someone richer came around she could sink her claws into. Of course, even that would have been somewhat acceptable if she had actually bothered to tell you that the two of you were breaking up, but no, that would have been to much to ask of the skuzzy bitch. Instead, she had started cheating on you, avoiding your offers for a date so she could go out with her rich pretty boy, all the while bleeding you for every dime she could manage. If you hadn't caught the two of them kissing in an out of the way corner of the hallway there's no telling how long she would have continued stringing you along for!
As you glance down at the sword however, you have an evil thought. What if Wendy's parts were to become sentient, each of them with thoughts and personalities of their own? Wendy would be forced to live with herself, subject to the whims of a conglomerate of parts, each one possibly just as shallow and selfish as Wendy herself.
It seems like the perfect revenge, and whatever Wendy wants may well provide you with an opportunity to achieve it.
You answer the phone. "What the hell do you want Wendy?!" you growled.
"Well, I was planning on offering you a job, but if you're going to be like that..." Wendy replied arrogantly.
Despite your dislike, no outright hatred for the girl in question, the mention of a job has you curious. "What sort of job, and how much does it pay?" you demanded.
"I've got a plumbing problem, a couple of the pipes burst in my new apartment, and now water's running everywhere. I thought with your know how..." Wendy explained.
"My dads the plumber, not me, why not call him?" you asked.
"I tried, but he said he's busy, and I need this done now! Come on John, I know you know how to fix this. Help me out here, just for old times sake?" Wendy wheedled.
"Old times huh?" you growled. "You mean like the time I caught you cheating on me? Or maybe the time you stole that I pod and put it in my backpack? It was all I could do not to get arrested! Or maybe..."
"Alright, I get it, I betrayed your trust, blah blah blah! I've heard it all before. Can't we just put the past behind us and move on?" Wendy pleaded.
"Fat chance! I still haven't forgiven you you know. If you want my help with this, I expect to be well paid, you get me?" you said, laying out your ultimatum.
"Oh alright, fine! I'm sure I can come up with something I can pay you with." Wendy reluctantly conceded.
"You'd better bitch, otherwise there will be hell to pay!" you threatened.
"Yea yea. Anyway, I need you to come to......." Wendy said, rattling off her address, which you copy down on a piece of paper so you won't forget it.
Ending the call, you begin gathering the tools you think you'll need for job in question, dumping the lot of them into a large duffel bag you've acquired for just that purpose, one that is, incidentally, also perfect for concealing the longsword until such time as you're ready to use it. That done, you grab your keys and head outside to your old blue pickup sitting outside in the driveway and make your way across town to your ex's apartment. Finding the correct number, you knock on the door and wait, though not for long, as Wendy quickly opens it and snarls "Well, it's about time! I was starting to think you didn't want this money!" she said, waving a short stack of twenty's under your nose. you grab for the bills, only for her to pull them back out of reach. "Uh uh, not until the jobs done. How else can i trust you to do it properly?" Wendy says.
"Fine, but you'd better not try and stiff me. Now, where's the leak?" you questioned her.
"Right this way." she says, leading you into the apartment. Despite your general loathing for her as a person, you still find yourself watching your ex's ass intently as she walks in front of you, her hips and buttocks gently swaying back and forth. Then again, Wendy's always been beautiful, on the outside at least, probably one of the most beautiful girls in high school, with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, full kissable lips, broad hips, narrow waist, and a pair of the biggest perkiest jugs you've ever seen outside of a porn movie, double D's at the very least, as that's what they were back when the two of you were dating, though from the looks of it, they may have grown even bigger since then, it's hard to be sure without a closer look.
It doesn't take you long to find the source of the leak and fix it, a simple job as the pipe isn't actually ruptured, but merely has a loose connection, which you quickly repair.
"Okay, leaks fixed, where's my money?" you demand.
"Hah! You actually think I'm going to pay you for ten minutes work?! Oh, that's just precious! Now, get out of here before I call the cops!" Wendy threatens.
You'd actually been expecting this sort of response, and had come prepared. "Fine, I'll go, but this isn't over!" you growled, turning away from your ex and crouching down, pretending to put away your tools while stealthily withdrawing the sword from the duffel bag.
"Oh, it's over alright! Maybe next time you'll think twice before insulting and threatening your customers." Wendy gloated.
"There won't be a next time. Not for you at least." you replied, standing up, using your body to hide the sword from her while you ready yourself, before suddenly spinning around, slicing through Wendy's_________________________?
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