As you sit on the can, you start willing with all your might. Your face goes beet red, you feel a couple of capilaries pop, and just when you're about to pass out from the straing, you hear a loud thud. You slowly open the stall door and see Bob lying on the ground with a surprised look on his face. He doesn't appear to be breathing. Alright it worked! Either that or it was an incredible coincidence. But either way, Bob appears to be dead!
> go on brutal killing spree willing all co-workers dead
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"It's a magical world, Hobbes ol' buddy. Let's go exploring!"
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