I offered my dad to do some chores for money, and while we were cleaning the attic we found this.
We got rid of the computer years ago, but for some reason we still had the box.
Some of the info on the box.
I was tasked with the challenge of destroying it.
My tools.
I removed the Styrofoam and cut open the bottom.
Next I tried the sides.
The knife didn’t work so well, so I used my hand as a wedge to open the spine.
It all folds out rather nicely.
It doesn’t fit…
Then something snaps. Primal instinct breaks loose and I start tearing it to shreds.
Then my dad walks in and tells me I’m not fast enough. He grabs the Styrofoam and starts breaking it. I growl at him and he runs away.
I look up from the mangled body on the floor. It is done.
I trudge over and dispose of the body.
I go over to the Styrofoam and stomp on it and scratch at it until it is no longer whole.
The only thing left are traces of blood on the wooden planks.
One might ask, “Why did you post this?”. Let me ask you, why did you read this?
