It was the first time I killed a man while wet and naked. Wet? Yes. Naked? Yes. But the combo was new. Still, when some shmuck sneaks up on you in the shower there’s not usually time to dry off.

Now, the guy started off professional with a standard hands around the throat maneuver, but then he had the gall, the absolute gall, to cop a feel as he was pulling some lame ass wrestling move that should never be attempted on slick tile.

He really shouldn’t have made me mad. If he’d been respectful during his joke of an assassination attempt I might have let him off with some broken bones and only gouged out one of his eyes. I’m usually pretty merciful. But this guy was trash, tossed his cookies after a routine knee to the nads. Pathetic.

The idiot’s nasty internal juices got all over me as I was banging him into the floor and walls. So, when I was done, I had to take another shower, by which time the hot water was gone. I swear, without common courtesy we’re no better than animals.