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Gym shoes slammed repetitively against concrete as Tom walked throughout his neighborhood. The smell of a former rain storm mixed well with the budding daffodils that framed each house he walked past. Even better, all remnants of snow were now absorbed within the soil which helped allude to warmer, sunnier days ahead. Tom was finally calm as he basked in his alone time away from his noisy roommates. He had only had 10 minutes to sleep in before they had already taken away his Saturday ritual of sleeping until noon, so he decided the next best thing was to walk within his neighborhood until his mind was fully awake.
Tom was happy to note that no other person had taken advantage of the nice spring weather- that was until he noticed an approaching vehicle a few blocks away. Normally this wouldn't even be something brought to Tom's attention, if it weren't for the fact that the driver looked as if they had never been inside a motor operated vehicle. As the car drove closer to Tom, it began to swerve dangerously in every direction, hitting the curb every now and again. Tom could hear the faint sound of the hit song, "Love Sosa" by Chief Keef on full volume.
Tom slowed down his pace as the silver Ford F150 came within hearing distance, still thrashing around the street while simultaneously scaring birds off. Tom scoffed, and by accident said, "Let him cook" out loud. Suddenly the truck came to a screeching halt, making Tom jump just as he was walking away. He turned only fast enough to watch as Tord stepped out of the vehicle with what seemed to be a loaded shotgun.
"Ermmmm🤓 👆, what did you just say?" Tord asked, now aiming the gun at his offender. Tom should've known it was Tord driving the truck. Who the fuck would own a silver Ford F150?
"Let him cook" Tom repeated. He was relieved that at least now Tord couldn't operate the vehicle.
Tord cackled, "Heh…. I wouldn't have said that if I were you." With that Tord shot the gun into Tom's eye, though since his eyes are vortexes the bullet rebounded right into Tords eye. As Tord fell over Tom approached him carefully just in case Tord tried shooting him again. When Tord seemed to not be making any attempt to do so, Tom grabbed the shotgun and threw it away. Blood was all Tom could see of Tord's face, and as Turd began to die, Tom leaned over him for one last time and whispered,
"Who let him cook?"