OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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I was a little surprised, and asked him how I "creeped him out".
"Well, it's like this, man...you are all about the job. You never
get wasted, I'm pretty sure you're not a homo, but you never
mess with the women, and you never get excited about
anything. You don't do any of the things that make this job
fun."
"Some guys", he continued, "like beating people up, but I've
seen you in action, and you don't have that weird, sadistic look
in your eye. You look like you're doing a crossword, or
something. You remind me of that old legend, the whattaya call
it...oh, yeah, that Golem dude that rabbi made in Russia."
"Prague", I replied.
"See? That's exactly what I mean. You never get pissed, or
anything. Some guys, I said something like that, we'd be
fighting. You just correct a mistake, and ignore the rest. That's
just creepy, dude. But what the fuck? You get the job done.
Maybe you're just one of those nihilists, but without the black
clothing."
That made me laugh a bit. Seth put the Jeep in gear, and we
drove down Prince Road, to the next place we needed to check.
When we pulled up, we heard the music. Not good. This area is
firmly in The Judge's "jurisdiction", and this rave wasn't
sanctioned (ie, The Judge wasn't getting his cut). Serious
business, but what the hell? So we kill two birds with one
stone.
I said as much, and Seth just grinned.
We walked up to the side entrance, and a burly young man
with a skull t-shirt on said, "We're closed."
or kill me