The American Dream

When Jay pulled the trigger he had been thinking of nothing in particular.
It’s true that moments earlier he had been imagining himself climbing a wall of human flesh using two ice picks, but at the moment the trigger was pulled, nothing.
The blast had almost clean blown the hookers head right off.
Karen, on the other hand, had hardly reacted at all.
Indeed her mouth had opened expectantly, but her eyes stood transfixed as before, glued to the recorded 911 footage that played upon the television screen.
However, there was a perceptible increase in the speed of the machinations of her right hand, beneath her leather mini-skirt and as the second plane hit she reached orgasm.
After a time, Karen became aware of the grisly scene around her. Her boyfriend Jay was rolling around in the blood of a decapitated hooker. The walls were red with her blood. It dripped from every naked place.
K: What’s gotten into you?
J: (looking up) What you mean?
K: What’s with the mess?
J: (Irritated) How the hell should I know?
K: I’m not cleaning that shit up!
J: We’ll just get a new apartment.
S: Hello there! I’ve just come in through the window. Lovely night for it. You got any pizza?
Said a voice from behind them.

It is unclear what Slane Stockton’s motives for breaking into Jay Watchchild’s apartment could have been other than burglary. The idea of breaking and entering an apartment for the sake of a slice of pizza is indeed a ludicrous one. However this was the reason Stockton later divulged to police.