Wandering was in a drunken stupor. Despite his best efforts to appear happy, he was actually quite sorrowful. His boss, FREE KEVIN, had been killed the previous night, and it was a tremendous blow. In his sorrow he cried out:
"O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay:
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart, with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
All may be well."
He was so loud that he caught the attention of a lone man walking around town.
"You okay, buddy? I heard you quoting from Hamlet."
"Oh, I feel so wretched," wandering responded, "My soul must confess!!"
"Hey, why don't you come with me, and we'll get you some coffee."
With tears streaming in his eyes, wandering pathetically whimpered, "Okay."
During the walk to the stranger's apartment, wandering kept babbling about how he'd joined the PIETRIOTS because of his long-time friendship with FREE KEVIN. When FREE KEVIN garnered the position of Godfather, he extended an invitation to wandering, his most trusted friend.
"But it's hurts to kill people! I hate ending lives!!!! WAHHH!!!"
"See, this is where you and I would have to agree to disagree."
Wandering didn't get the hint, he was far too absorbed in his grief and guilt that the ice pick being plunged into his eye socket went initially unnoticed. When he did realize that something was wrong it was too late. The pick was pulled out and gouged his other eye.
The next morning wandering was found hung upside down by one leg from the courtroom rooftop. His eyes gouged, throat slit, and bowels eviscerated. Sickeningly enough, all the blood had apparently been drained from his corpse prior to it being hung as there was no sign of it anywhere.
As for the last PIETRIOT, he took the night off and watched his DVD collection of Suddenly, Susan.
Topic: Mafia: Day Three (Read 19343 times)
