I grabbed both of them by their throats and told them this: "Well since you two bull dagging dykes want to BE LIKE A MAN, you're gonna take a BEATING LIKE A MAN." Then I pull out The Solution. Yes The Solution, a modified cricked back with titanium in the centre and the tip of the bat is painted with colors of the rainbow flag (just so I can rub it on those people when I beat the shit out of them.)

"I know you two aren't into threesomes but let me add a third partner to your relationship, her name is The Solution and she likes to swing both ways, like this…CRACK!"

I hit both of them with The Solution, alternating hits between the two. After I was done with my batting practice they were on the ground, bloody and full of bruises. A band-aid (plaster) couldn't help them. But I wasn't done yet with them. I got some raw clams and shoved it in their mouths, impossible to shove it down their throats since they're full of hairballs.

"Sorry girls, but I couldn't find any clams that were bearded, LOL! Beside you have enough pubic hair in your throats already."

I grabbed both of them and dragged their weak bodies into the kitchen. I went to the stove (cooker) and turned on the stove then I threw their faces on top of the stove, they were screaming like hell and it was music to my ears. After that I tied them up to a chair using a fishing wire then I grabbed two dirty rags (that dirty gay rainbow flag), coughed phlegm on them and stuffed them in their mouths.

I was thinking about burning them to death but then I remembered that I was dealing with two cursed boys.

"Hmm, I guess it's time to pull out the Raging Bulldagger." Yes the Raging Bulldagger, a strong and sturdy dagger with a bull's head at the bottom and decorated with sapphires on one side and black triangles on the other side. It was made for those fanny-fingering, rugby-playing, testosterone-shooting (or for those rug-munchers who prefer those in a bottle instead of a needle, testosterone pills-popping), lorry-driving, male-undergarment wearing, diesel dykes.

I stabbed both of them in the stomachs like what Vito Corleone did to Don Ciccio in The Godfather II, or a better example would be what Pierce Brosnan did to that faggot in A Long Good Friday. I noticed that both were wearing Sapphire Sisters ring, so I took them as a trophy.

"Now I need to go back to London and straighten out the situation down there."

With that I headed back to London, my day was nowhere near done.

END OF PART 3, CHAPTER 3.