I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
She raised the bullhorn. ‘You are not welcome! You will not
build! We will endure!’ The ragtag protesters echoed her cries like a destitute
flock of deformed geese.
On the other side of the flimsy wooden wall, a rat faced man
named Henderson and a gigantic bear of a man named Little plotted.
‘They think we’re building.’
‘How wrrrrong they arrrrre,’ purred Henderson. ‘Do you have the
weapon?’
‘Yes. Trust me, it’ll do the job.’
‘It betterrrr; I want complete destrrrrruction.’
Little entered the massive trailer and returned with a container.
Henderson took the cylinder with his left hand and deftly slit Little’s throat
with the dagger in his right.
‘Purrrrfect…’
