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THE COLD NIGHT IS DUSSELDORF

Our hero Duncan Nivoy found himself at a difficult crossroads in his heretofore care-free life. Things were bad enough, what with both of his dates crushed under the wheels of a rival's car, but he'd only just now realized that his cell phone was dead and there was only one bullet left inside his revolver. Tears welled up over Duncan's pudgy cheeks, but it is important that we do not mistake his emotion for fear. Duncan was an emotional man, a man who cared, a man who above all cared for his dates, and here they were, dead! A cell phone dead to boot. These negatively charged events simply converged into a powerfully disheartening trinity which our hero simply could not ignore.
"You fucking Duncan!" shouted his rival, Mr. Pots. "I got the car back, and everythings else fell into place. That's because it's a magic car, you stupid little piece of fat shit."
Duncan couldn't help but admit the automobile had a strange, mystical aura, probably mostly due to the fact that the backseat was packed full of spirits.
"Next time I get you some shit, Duncan, you fucking pay me back, baseball. We're not cool."
The recently-released souls of Duncan's two dates clawed from inside the trunk of the car. It was a futile. The trunk was a magical trap!
"Let them out, Mr. Pots. Let my dates go. I promised I would drive them home. I always keep my promises." Duncan stuck his gun inside his mouth.
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

DUNCAN, OUR HERO, WAS A BODYSNATCHER!!! But it was a painful process.

"Asshole!"

KABOOOOOM!

tbc.