“Thank’s for lending me your lawn mower Corey” James said pleasantly as he plunged a long knife into Corey’s throat. “I really should get that model for my own.”
A shocked and terrified Corey gurgled his way down the wall to the floor, his eyes bulging and hands wrapped around his neck. It was a shame, Corey was a good guy and James had always liked him.
As James walked away, Corey’s dog began its ceaseless, high-pitched yapping but James hardly noticed anymore; now the dog had a reason to bark all night long. James never could abide pointless endeavors.