Johnson said that he would have married Jack if he had met him before.
The atmosphere had turned romantic, love was in the air until, Jack replied:
"I would rather give birth to a child from my mouth instead of marrying you."
And that sucked the romance from the air like an experienced hooker sucks life out of your genitalia.
Johnson's dreams shattered like a mirror after seeing a naked fat woman and I might not know much about love but I know this—when love isn't reciprocated, it turns malevolent.
So after losing in love, Johnson declared our results with confidence.
"You both are going to die right here."
My hands slipped off the dead body's ankles.
Jack did nothing as he won't be hurt but I would be minced meat if Johnson used his heartbroken, cockblocked rage on me.
It's me who has to think of something to escape from here.
"Guards!" Johnson shouted.
"Pal, get ready." Jack said.
I didn't get time to respond as…
"Attack!"
The guards began charging at Johnson's order.
