THE EXECUTIONER

PRISONER: Ow!

EXECUTIONER: What's the matter?

PRISONER: That hurts.

EXECUTIONER: It's suppose to hurt. It's part of being tortured and put to death.

PRISONER: Damn! Can't you take it easy?

EXECUTIONER: You need to realize that flaying someone isn't a walk in the park.

PRISONER: Fuck! Were you abused as a kid? Weren't your parents gentle with you.

EXCUTIONER: I have a job to do, so stop your complaining.

PRISONER: What did I do to deserve this?

EXECUTIONER: You killed someone.

PRISONER: But I didn't put him through all this travail. I cut his throat. Can't you cut my throat and get it over with? I'm sure there are other derelicts awaiting torture and execution. Don't you have a quota?

EXECUTIONER: The state has determined that you must be punished for your heinous deed. I get paid by the hour. My supervisors expect quality, not quantity from me.

PRISONER: How long is this going to take?

EXECUTIONER: I estimate two to three hours.

PRISONER: Will I be dead?

EXECUTIONER: Probably not. When I finish with you, I will send you down the assembly line to the next stop.

PRISONER: What will my fate be then?

EXECUTIONER: My colleague's specialty is throwing buckets of acid all over your body.

PRISONER: You've got to be kidding?

EXECUTIONER: We've been following this order for years now.

PRISONER: Will the acid kill me?

EXECUTIONER: In most cases, no."

PRISONER: What happens next?

EXECUTIONER: You will be slowly roasted until you are dead. Your body will be thrown outside our chambers and wild dogs will consume your remains. You will save your family the expense of a burial. You know how much the Catholic Church charges for a burial these days. In your case, The priests, greedy bastards, would add extra costs for special dispensations.

PRISONER: Stop it! I can't take it anymore.

EXECUTIONER: What a whiner! I've got some bad news for you. I'm only getting started.

PRISONER: Shit!

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