Prompt #2: Family
Oh please. Now I KNOW this question is horseshit. And a trap. But I’m feeling playful today and you can’t punish me any more than this.. for this.. I think.. right? Okay, party line: I don’t remember. You know I don’t remember and you know that I know that that is your fault, and that I’ll pretend I don’t know OR remember that. I’m a good boy. This place is my home and the other inmates students are my family. Thank you. The end.
And fuck it, you’re going to forget this anyway, because I’m going to make you. I’ve already gotten a little piece of your mind in my teeth and I’m hanging on. So now, now that I’ve gotten your attention as well as confidence in your immanent amnesia..
Schwarz is my family. We’re like.. we are, hah, like nothing, we are a mismatched set of cracked glassware and crockery. We’re a bundle of orphans, sold four-for-one. We’re lightning in a bottle and you’ve used a weak cork. Did you know that? That you won’t be able to keep us? Brad knows. What do you think about that?
Family. The end. Now - wouldn’t you feel better if you just put your head down, rested a little while, dream, süsse Träume, and forget...
Wieder immer Gott I hate this shit, hate this shit, hate this hate this hate this Crawford family doesn’t forget you bastard bastard bastard!
Schuldig fills the remainder of the page with a horrible doodle of a little square house with black and pointy looking flowers on the German style balcony and curly carving along the peaked roofline. Little stick figures represent all of Schwarz: Schu and Crawford figures have their arms out with pistols and Farfarello with his knives, they all grin hugely. There's a little boy figure in a blue suit with his arms crossed, too, but he's frowning.