…“I don’t care if your little computer tells you I’m DEAD, because you and I both know I’m NOT!”
“I-I-I, I can’t say that f-for sure,” Derek stammers nervously as he looks down at his computer screen, and then back up at the pale Mark who stands before him.
Mark lets out a long-winded sigh, and puckers his lip up, then draws them back in. “Am I, or am I not Mark Cidare?”
“A-A-According to the computer, y-y-yes.”
“Good, good.” Mark says. “And am I alive?”
“W-W-Well YOU d-d-do look alive.”
“Excellent.” he says with a broad grin upon his face. “Now, what does the computer system say?”
“Y-You know wh…”
“NO!” Mark yells as he slaps his hand down upon the countertop. “DON’T SPEAK TO ME LIKE I AM A FOOL! TELL ME WHAT THE COMPUTER SCREEN TELLS YOU ABOU MARK CIDARE!” he bellows loudly.
Derek swallows a nervous mouthful of air. “T-T-The computer tells me that M-M-Mark Cidare d-d-died f-f-f-four hours ago.”
“And, how did I supposedly die?”
“I-I-It says h-h-h-he k-k-killed himself.”
“I!” he bellows. “IT SAYS I KILLED MYSELF!”
“N-N-No s-s-sir, it says h-h-he killed himself, s-s-so you c-can’t be M-Mark Cidare.”
“But I am, aren’t I?”…