July 31st, 2010 | 
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genius. Heh, I already do look like a genius. I am a genius, only they
don't know the half of it. I amaze even myself sometimes.
"John, the first game we are going to play is word association.
Did you ever do this with Dr. Czolgosz?"
"Yes, Dr.- er, Sam. But I thought you said you weren't going to
badger me like Dr. Czolgosz."
"I'm not. This is going to be different, fun. First off, you are
going to say the first word. And the trick is that the word must start
with the last letter of the previous word. And the object is to stump
the other person. And you only get five seconds,no repeat words, and
nouns only. Are you ready? When I say so, you have five seconds, any
word. Go."
"Gun."
"Nut."
"Trap."
What, is you psychic too? "Plan."
"Novice."
That you are. And you are dealing with an "Expert."
"Tail. T-A-I-L."
That's what I've got you by. Now I'm going to teach you a
"Lesson."
"Nymphomaniac."
Now he's thinking. That's when I can get him. "Crusader."
"Religion."
There you go, now you're taking my lead. "Norm."
"Murder."
"Romance." What the hell am I doing? I MUST think before I open
my mouth. God, I'm a stupid shit. I am playing with HIS mind, not the
other way around.
"Exit."
Good, he didn't catch it. Of course he didn't catch it, he's
crazy. Besides, Sherlock Holmes wouldn't have caught it. "Tower." I
am far too clever for anyone to catch me.
"Razor."
What is your trick? Do you KNOW what's going on in my mind? Calm
down, of course not. "Rap." But damn, you're hitting a nerve. Maybe I
should just lose and end the game.
"Poison."
All right, you little punk, this game is ending. No wait, you
can't know. You're a fucking nutcake. You think you're John Wilkes
Booth. "Nonplus." And you think you can talk to Lee Harvey Oswald.
"Shower."
You stupid, fucking runt. Stop with the fucking words. No, I
will not lose to this crazy sonofabitch who thinks that a man who died
in 1865 can quote a man who was born in 1915. "Road."
"Death."
You think you're an assassin. Of course you're going to say
death. Don't think you can fool me. "Hew." Even if you do know what
I've done, there's no way you can prove it. Who'd believe a crazy fuck
like you.
"Wife."
Holy shit, you do know. The crazy fuck knows. Well there's no
way you can prove it. "Entity."
"Yellow."
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