Give Mitch what's been coming to him
From Create Your Own Story
You can't take it anymore. You walk over to him aloof, and grab his drink. It's about halfway full and still carbonated. You open the lid and dose his honey blonde hair in the sugary Coke. "What the fu-" is all he can mutter before you grip him up. Your knuckles whiten from clutching his shirt for so long. You can feel the threads from his cheap polo escaping you. His name tag bobbles around like his head, as you give him a few good shakes. His brown eyes become vacant, as they tremble for your mercy. You have him right where you want him.
