always loved the taste and the consistency. It was a fine choice. And macaroni and cheese. The main course would be macaroni and cheese. Or maybe ribs? "I'd go with ribs," the Latvian suddenly chimed in. "You can read my thoughts now? How lovely. Why ribs? Macaroni and cheese has always been one of my favorites."
"But you like ribs better."
"I guess you're right...I don't like this. Why can't you just give me some peace?"
"I am."
"What do you mean?"
"You tell me."
"FUCK YOU!"
The Latvian was quiet. Finally. Samantha was beginning to suspect herself insane, but of course it did her no good to tell anyone at this point.
"Will you teach me Latvian, Latvian?"
"You already know the language, Sam."
"No I don't."
"nē man nav."
"That's not funny."
"tas nav smieklīgi."
"I'm serious, stop repeating everything I-- wait. How did I...I swear I never learned Latvian."
"I think you'll find you know more languages than you ever had the time to learn, Sam."
"What do you mean, like speaking in tongues? But why?"
"Isn't that what you always wanted? To be able to know every language in the world?"
"Yes, but...I don't understand."
"Think of it like your last meal. Everything you want before you die."
"Why me? I'm a cold-blooded killer. I killed you!"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter now."
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course it matters. That's why I'm going to die in the first place."
"No, it was your time either way. If you had led a completely different life, you'd stil have 113 days, 2 hours, and 34, 33, 32 seconds left."
"Well that's helpful."
"It's true, Samantha. Nothing can be done about your time. It was my time when you put that bullet through my head."
"But you like ribs better."
"I guess you're right...I don't like this. Why can't you just give me some peace?"
"I am."
"What do you mean?"
"You tell me."
"FUCK YOU!"
The Latvian was quiet. Finally. Samantha was beginning to suspect herself insane, but of course it did her no good to tell anyone at this point.
"Will you teach me Latvian, Latvian?"
"You already know the language, Sam."
"No I don't."
"nē man nav."
"That's not funny."
"tas nav smieklīgi."
"I'm serious, stop repeating everything I-- wait. How did I...I swear I never learned Latvian."
"I think you'll find you know more languages than you ever had the time to learn, Sam."
"What do you mean, like speaking in tongues? But why?"
"Isn't that what you always wanted? To be able to know every language in the world?"
"Yes, but...I don't understand."
"Think of it like your last meal. Everything you want before you die."
"Why me? I'm a cold-blooded killer. I killed you!"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter now."
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course it matters. That's why I'm going to die in the first place."
"No, it was your time either way. If you had led a completely different life, you'd stil have 113 days, 2 hours, and 34, 33, 32 seconds left."
"Well that's helpful."
"It's true, Samantha. Nothing can be done about your time. It was my time when you put that bullet through my head."
