53 “Is that a painting of... yourself?”

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“Is that a painting of... yourself?”

“Yes. Yes, I suppose it is,” said the man in the crimson robe smoking a pipe. His face went from distinguished to smarmy as he proceeded to describe his exploits.

Count Worthington had called together to the press conference to speak of his next grand adventure in the Amazons. Being a wealthy millionaire he did this sort of thing all the time, catching plenty of big game which he stuffed and displayed about his mansion.

He was a notoriously good hunter, and was always looking for the next big challenge. This press conference would help him find this next target.

After hunting every beast imaginable, there was only one left at the top of his list: a human being.

He waited for the most opportune moment, to choose his target from the crowd and answered questions in the mean time.

“Count Worthington? Is it true that you’re all about the color purple?” said a voice in the crowd.

Worthington cringed and realized that he had found his target. “I hate purple,” he screamed, “Now die!”

And with that the chase had begun.