….“We didn’t choose you man, fate did, we just showed up.” he says with a callous grin. “See, for me, you could’ve been anyone, from anywhere, and we still would’ve jumped you like we just did. Unfortunately for you, as fate would have it, you weren’t, you were you, but we are still us.” Clyde says as his grin fades as a wry smile draws itself across his lips while he crouches menacingly over Patrick’s huddled bloody form. “But, if I’m being honest, I’m kinda pretty chuffed about the fact that it’s you, because I’ve got so many unfulfilled daydreams that to this day still run around in my head from time to time, and I’m looking forward to acting some if then out, it’s just a pity I can’t fit them all into the same moment.”
“W-W-What if y-you could? W-What if there w-was a way for you to do, e-everything you wanted to me, one after the other. W-Would it quench your d-desires?” Patrick stammers through broken lips.
One of Clyde’s brows rise, as he stares curiously at the powerless Patrick. “You realise I’m taking about killing your, right? You understand that?”
“I-I-I, I get what your saying, I-I, I’m just o-offering you a way at getting all those things done, w-with one tiny wish”
“What, you think you’re a FUCKING genie now?”…