45 "That's no glass eye."

Says:

"That's no glass eye."

They all laughed. Even I did. It was indeed, a killer punch line. I listened for their laughter to subside, but the uproarious noise continued. This was as good a time as any.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and pressed the button. An invisible deadly nerve agent began to make its way through the vents and into the audience. As they laughed harder and harder, their panting sucked in mouthfuls of gas.

Soon enough they were all dead. It was a good thing though. Every face was frozen in mid-laugh. Each and every one of them had enjoyed death.

I only did it because I cared.