Killing A Comedian

Mr Clark gazed at Casper perplexed. Just an hour ago, he had given Casper and his men the task of disinterring the cemetery, how come he showed up in his office looking like he was the one dug out of the ground. He looked terrible!

“What happened to you?” Mr Clark asked, his eyes widened like he would hear with it.

Casper hesitated, what was he to tell his boss, that two unarmed men beat the hell out of them and they could not disinter the cemetery? He was Mr Clark’s enforcer, shame would not allow him say it out.

“I asked you a question!” Mr Clark growled beginning to loose his temper.

Unable to stare his boss in the face, Casper disclosed. “…..”

“What?” Mr Clark exclaimed, startled. “Are you trying to say two unarmed men did this to the five of you?” Mr Clark asked, disbelief crawling his face.

“Yes,” Casper affirmed slowly with a nod, his face still facing the ground.

“Unbelievable! How could you and your men be such weaklings to allow two men humiliate you this way?” Mr Clark was
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