Convinced he's found the perfect suspect to the killing of Billyman, a good friend and helper of an online footy league, he was the first scouser he's ever met that he's actually liked. then there was the lynching of the inocent Quig, who he foolishily fell into the trap of Band Waggon jumping, Axeman decides to take a walk into his favourite area to help clear his thoughts and get away from all that has been happening lately.
He takes a walk to his favourite peaceful place, deer are grazing on the grass, there's a young otter family just down the river bank where he enjoys his time most, he sits there contently for what seems like an age being dumbstruck by the beauty of all the nature in his current surroundings, then he realises he needs to get home to feed his beloved Dog, Charlie.
After arriving back into town, he see's people pointing fingers, some even baying for his blood for the nightly lynch, his paranoia suddenly explodes in his brain... its all become too much for the Honest Axeman, he's become a nervous wreck..
More fingers and stares, Ray von suddenly brushes past, "were gonna get you" he whispers in axemans ear...
Thats it, he cant take it anymore, he legs it home to his small 6th floor flat where his dog is eagerly awaiting him. Almost in tears he start crying, "there gonna get me charlie, what have i done? What the fuck Have i done? Nothing! nothing you bastards, nothing!"
He has now been overtaken by a gibbering panic "not gonna get me there not, no fucking way, not gonna get me. Doc, whos the doc? need him to save me, fuck he cant, them twats will get him, the bastards are gonna get me!"
He locks the only entrance to his door, boards up his windows(living on the 6th floor this seems like a pointless excercise!), his dog is getting all excited, she seems to like his state of mind!
"how stupid are them dumb fucks charlie, cant see a setup when its clear as day, there not gonna get me, I'll fuck em up" Charlie Barks, she seems to like the word fuck, she's getting very excited, shes now even started helping axeman demolish his flat.
"Right thats it all windows all boarded up, yeah man, thats it. cant get me now, dumb fucks, shit, what if they get through the door? crap, what can i do? shit, shit, Fuck"
He is now striding up and down wondering what he can do, the door has been barricaded by his washing machine, cooker and every other heavy object, yet he still cant relax. then he spots his beloved unused Baseball bat, signed by the legendry baseball player, Babe Ruth... it was his pride and joy.
" yeah baby, i love ya baby, your gonna help me baby, come and get me you dumb fucks, and babe's taking you bastards out!" mutters Axeman over and over again in a demented state.
then he sits there waiting for the first person to break through...
Charlie seems to of gotten the idea, she's hungry but is now currently happy chewing on everything she was once not allowed too.
Axeman wont be adding to this current day conversation any more, he's said all he can, its upto the hungry for blood baying crowd to decide his fate, he's far too busy gibbering to himself waiting to see if he survives the night, waiting for the first bastard to come through that door...
Edit by Der Hammer: This is only one of many tragic examples of how mafia can confuse and scramble even the most sane of minds. Sadly the case of "Mafia Brain Scramble" is only too common.
