You open the window with one hand and seize the large brass alarm clock with the other. As you do this, you open your mouth to scream, hoping word of truth and profundity will form. But, as you hurl the large brass alarm clock out of the window however, you find you're merely screaming, wordlessly and frantically. The black gardener has turned to look up at where the noise is issuing from. He sees you, in the instant before the large brass alarm clock strikes him directly across the bridge of his nose. The look he gives you, brief though it is, fills you with a rage. You hurl further items from the dresser - a hairbrush, a tin filled with brushes and eyebrow pencils, a mooncup - at the gardener's now prostate body.
After a few seconds you calm down. You go to sit on the bed. You realise what you've just done may have been a mistake.
Do you want to:
Ask your girlfriend to phone the police to explain your actions.
Go outside to throw further items.
After a few seconds you calm down. You go to sit on the bed. You realise what you've just done may have been a mistake.
Do you want to:
Ask your girlfriend to phone the police to explain your actions.
Go outside to throw further items.