He stared out over the disease riddled, bloated corpse that was the city of Stankwin.
He knew that only he, masked as he was and subject to no laws but that of true justice, would be able to pull Stankwin from the midden and to make it respectable once more.
In his hands, criminals would cower as he crushed their windpipes and ended their miserable, filth-ridden lives; but not until they gave him names of others in their fraternal organization of which he would deal with in the same fashion.
Yes, many would spend their last few seconds of their miserable lives staring into the face of the Dispenser and bleat for their lives; he would prowl the night as h----
"Tommy, go to sleep and stop that talking to yourself" the woman cried, "You'll be cranky for your first day of middle school."
---as soon as he could stay out later than 8pm!