So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.
Every once in a while, I get the urge. You know what I__ talking about, don__ you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. It__ quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It__ addictive. It__ all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. It__ quite, quite wonderful. I can feel it, even as I speak, tapping around the edges of my mind, trying to prise me open, slip its fingers in. And it would be so easy to let it happen. But we__e all like that, aren__ we? We__e all barbarians at our core. We__e all savage, murderous beasts. I know I am. I__ sure you are. The only difference between us, Mr Prave, is how loudly we roar. I know I roar very loudly indeed. How about you? Do you think you can match me?
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Every once in a while, I get the urge. You know what I__ talking about, don__ you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. It__ quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It__ addictive. It__ all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. It__ quite, quite wonderful. I can feel it, even as I speak, tapping around the edges of my mind, trying to prise me open, slip its fingers in. And it would be so easy to let it happen. But we__e all like that, aren__ we? We__e all barbarians at our core. We__e all savage, murderous beasts. I know I am. I__ sure you are. The only difference between us, Mr Prave, is how loudly we roar. I know I roar very loudly indeed. How about you? Do you think you can match me?
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