He had killed an innocent person because of the way the bathroom smelled. The absurdness of the lethal deed devastated Curts. He cried and bashed head into the empty towel dispenser. He begged and pleaded with me to rewrite these past paragraphs. He tried drinking from the pink soap dispenser in an effort to end his own life, but I made sure it was empty.
Life is but a walking shadow.
It is a tale told tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, by an idiot. Look like the deadly serpent, but eat the flower under it. I had to end the life of Curts quickly. However, it had to be done in a way that would be completely inconspicuous and appear as though a simple accident. I looked high and low while Curts continued his disturbing soliloquy.