The Lawrence Dilemma 2: This Time it's Personal

The shadow was my dog, running along my desk with a fun little pitter-patter.

"Tom, get off my FRICKIN keyboard!!1!" I shouted at him.

"Did I hear someone say they wanted to hear...my dad's google history" his little feet spelt as they ran across the keyboard, as if in mockery.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed back.

Now I was angry.

I threw that little creeper at the wall then stamped on his head 'til it cracked open like a fucking melon.

Then, with the blood curdling on the floor, I smeared some on the walls then sat down for a relaxing game of Minecraft.

There he was again.

Wewladstbh, staring right at me.

"oooooooooooooooooo" he typed in the chat.

Then he typed a string of expletives, including the n word, which was extra rude. Then he disintegrated all the other players until it was just the 2 of us left.

'Oh God' I thought to myself internally. 'What the FRICK am I gonna do to get out of this sticky situation!?"

Then I realised - to defeat Wewladstbh, I had to BECOME Wewladstbh.

I let him inside me.

He came crawling out of the screen, still with that goofy look on his face, and he entered me. He entered slowly at first but then picked up pace, going faster and faster until I could take it no more...

We fused. I was now Wewladstbh and he was now me. What would happen, if a guy with the power to kill admins and say the n word without consequence was unleashed upon the world?

Well, you'll have to wait and see.