I feel so stable today, there are no sirens (there was one as I came here and another when I got here), no mobile phones. Everything is hunky dory, so pleasing, so right, as the Stealth reappers over the Middle East Bible wise, and a deranged man* steps up to the side window of a yellow ambulance in Enfield Town and fires a blow torch into the driver's face. It keeps it full on for twenty seconds, and the flames take his flesh off down to the bone, as he screams and dies in agony.
{a beat}
* Police could not identify him for legal reasons.
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