There was no switching off the alarm and going back to sleep. It was cruel, but he needed to be up and at 'em.
He threw on yesterday's clothes that were strewn over the bedroom carpet.
He was ready.
He hated Mondays, just like the kid in the Boomtown Rats' song. He hated the Boomtown Rats too, but that was neither here nor there.
He climbed up on to his roof. He was armed and he was going to claim quite a few victims before they stopped him.
He began his work.
SMACK!
Right on the side of a woman's face. She fell forwards, clutching her cheek.
POW!
The next victim was a businessman. Hit straight in the chest. It made a hell of a mess of his suit.
The police arrived quickly, following multiple reports of a crazy man on his roof who was throwing fruit and vegetables at passsers by.
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