THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION Volume 2 1996 - 2013

THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION Volume 2

1996 - 2013

Copyright 2013 Nick Armbrister

ISBN - 978-1-291-66311-2

Butt

They met

at the

back end

of never.

Spider Squash

A spider crawls nearby, startling you as you doze.

In a flash you react, your hand shooting out and squashing it dead.

Happiness courses in your veins.

Slowly you look at the spidery remains:

long slender see through gossamer filament legs are broken;

dozens of minute eyes are lifeless;

abdomen is detached and leaking insides.

Disgusting!

Worst of all, her egg sack is crushed.

A thousand spider eggs die.

Now you realise, its not one you killed but hundreds.

Fate decreed that the last Silver Leg spider walked past your pillow, disturbing you.

If you knew that she was the last of her kind, what would you have done?

She was a hermaphrodite, able to reproduce without a mate.

In twenty four hours she would have gave birth to a thousand baby Silver Leg spiders. Now her species in extinct.

Not one survives alive on Planet Earth.

You killed the last of her kind.

She's dead like the Dodo, extinct.

You are to blame!

All you care about in your dirty pillow and jangled nerves.

Hiroshima

In the city of light,

in the valley of skulls.

Our spirits dance.

Hiroshima.

Turned to ash.

Never again...

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man moved the sex toy gently in and out. Tina closed her blue eyes and thought sexy things. She remembered the sixteen year old lad she seduced the week before. Moving her hips, she became horny. The ex fireman eased the glass dildo slightly upwards so it hit her G-spot. Her cries were very erotic.
That's the right spot. This glass dildo is great for hitting the G-spot. And quite a work of art. Who'd of thought, a green glass sex toy? What will they invent next? Fire Extinguisher Man thought as he shafted Tina with the toy.
"That's right babe, enjoy the feeling."
"Oh yes, don't you dare stop," Tina whispered, in-between sighs. She was almost coming.
When she climaxed it was short and to the point. Her heartbeat increased dramatically and she screamed loudly. Fire Extinguisher Man thrust the dildo faster into her pussy. Her screams echoed through the small room. Her hands grasped the sheet covers and her back arched. At last it was over. She opened her eyes and panted like a dog. The big grin told it all.

untitled

My dear Mother Nature, please make things fine. Not as they are. But I know that is a fool's question. I accept what happened. It was a story, awfully true. A person I knew did the ultimate sin. We weren't friends but talked. So forgive my shock and sadness.

Mother Nature, watch over her soul. She parted this world. It's bad. She visited another person's wake. That would be upsetting. If she drank and was tired, it's more to deal with. I thought other events added to it. I think I'm wrong? Things could have, should have, would have, been different.

I'm right

in my words. I can't change anything. Only wish to have done. She left the wake and went to a house. There it happened. The loss of her life. In black and white. Enter alive, leave dead. No details here. So now there's a new wake. When there shouldn't be. Just my view.

If she hadn't of gone there and drank and been tired, she'd still be alive. I think I'm right there. Or wrong. Mother Nature knows the real answer. At least she didn't die in July like the other two I cared about. Anyhow, my anger's faded and now I'm sad. I ask why did you leave here?

You need to know, people forgave you. If they didn't, karma would fuck them. Mother Nature will now guide you. And us who you shocked, by your death. We are sorry and send unconditional love, to you and your kin. Peace dear sister.

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess

by Jimmy Boom Semtex

The son's father worked away on an oil rig in the North Sea. He was gone two months or more out of three. His wage gave the family with an excellent life. The down side was his absence. When he did return home, his wife nagged endlessly, taking months of frustration out on him. When they did make love, it was over quickly. Some men on the rigs had great sex lives, they made good use of their limited time and had understanding and open-minded wives. His wife wasn't one of them.
Having a nice sexy maid had its bonuses. Like sex. The husband regularly made love to the maid when he was home and his wife was at work. It was their little secret.
"Payback on my wife's nagging and neglect," the husband said one day when he was on home leave from the rig. It went from there.
Their first time was the best. Why is the first occasion the most memorable? Because its new? They had sex in the storage cupboard, of all places. The maid was in the middle of cleaning the house and was getting new rubber gloves. The husband grabbed her from behind and surprised her. His hands found her breasts and squeezed. Then moved down to her pussy and rubbed hard. She moaned and dropped the gloves. Cleaning could wait.

Reality Bites

In reality we are all just numbers. All along many have said this. Everything we do is under scrutiny. Spy agencies read our emails, watch our Yahoo Messenger videos, look at our photos. This isn't nearly enough. They track our movements by mobile phone tracker, access our phone records, see what books we get out of the library. Are you a terrorist or bomb maker? Been abroad to a suspect location? Got field training by al Qaeda or a dozen other terrorist organisations? Will you use those skills against your home country? What about the ordinary man and woman who want to work and have a good life? Gas prices rise in an orchestrated game of squeeze us dry. In 08 the governments and banks brought about global recession. Was it all planned in a secret game of chess? What will happen next to us? Us, who are nothing but numbers to 'Them'.

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Three by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Three by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Time for action. Gemma kissed Lisa's tits and nibbled her nipples. This brought a smile from her daughter who kissed her mum's shoulders. Taking her time sucking each nipple, the mother then put a finger up Lisa and fingered her. Lisa squirmed about on the grass. Moving to her clit, the girl sighed and moaned. In turn she fondled her mother's breasts. Lisa started to cum and her breathing became ragged. Her mother increased her action, bringing the climax. Lisa screamed and shook her head in delight. Her mother still played with her. It was endless pleasure.
Fire Extinguisher Man masturbated. His cock was ramrod hard. He moved nearer the girls so he was stood over them and got a better view. Now they both did a sixty nine, Lisa on top of Gemma. Licking, sucking and fingering each other's pussies. Both ladies were in lustful heaven. Lisa put three fingers up her mother while licking her clit while having her own pussy eaten. In minutes both of them climaxed.
"That was a good show," Fire Extinguisher Man observed. "My turn now. Prepare for the fire brigade."
The ex fireman was close to shooting his load but he held back. He mounted Gemma and fucked her missionary style. At the same time he rubbed Lisa's wet cunt. She was very sensitive and started whining in joy.

Data

What will happen to us all tomorrow? Now there are so many topics that are illegal and against the law. Things like racism, ageism, bullying and a thousand other things ending in ing and ism. But what about people being spied on by America? Even their friends and allies. Isn't that bad and illegal? Like social stereotyping by law enforcement using stop and search tactics on one racial group? How did we get into this position of spy agencies siphoning up all our data? Phone calls and records, emails and photo attachments. What next? We're all on CCTV. Next they'll want to know how much crap role we use. 

Bubba and Ivan from Second Shadow Jimmy Boom Semtex

Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex

Bubba and Ivan
Bubba loves Ivan,
for he was a real man.
Ivan adored Bubba,
not your average mother!

They were legally married,
no longer harried.
Thank you Mr Obama!
There's no more drama.

Unless they go to Russia.
There, they're in the crusher.
Mr Putin passed bad laws,
with many drastic flaws.

It doesn't matter, your nationality.
For in saneness, there's rationality.
And because love conquers all,
there's no great dizzying fall.

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Two by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Two by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Finishing with her front, Fire Extinguisher Man gave Zoe a back massage. She was partly tense but to look at her, so at ease. Was this because she was an artist, always pushing herself? She was an intense type.
"That feels so good. Ah, you've found the tense bit. Too much art," Zoe whispered, candle light flickering over her lithe body.
"Yes, you're a little tense there. Soon work it out." More baby oil helped get the stiffness out. It wasn't the only thing that was stiff!
Fifteen minutes later, it was time to move to her lower body. Fire Extinguisher Man worked his way over her shapely arse, thighs and legs. Finally to her feet. Being a trained masseur had its benefits and was one way to make a lady happy. Now the front. When he touched Zoe's thighs, she became very horny.
"You found my erogenous zone. Make me cum," the artist said, smiling.
"Really? Fancy that," Fire Extinguisher Man replied, increasing his massage speed.
"Oh my..." Zoe closed her eyes and rested her pretty face on her double pillows. She felt his hands move up her thighs to her pussy and came before they even got there. Such was her sensitivity. Gasps and moans filled the bedroom.

MY DEAR MR HUSSEIN

MY DEAR MR HUSSEIN

Well, my dear Mr Hussein, don’t you know that you’re a real bargain,

you are a right royal prize in a ten bob suit.

We all love you and we call you “Sir!”

You set off conflicts like we set off fireworks

but that doesn’t matter ’cause your countrymen are worthless

in your bloated eyes.

Some call you The Butcher but we call you Saddam the Mad One

and we know that you are crazy.

Soon our bombs will fall

giving our arms industry a boost

and our pilots a shooting gallery as the Gulf War

explodes into bloody violence.

old book list

Poetry Collections 

2006 “Fade into Focus, Focus into Fade”  – ISBN 9780595410354 

2007 “Skeward Images” –  ISBN 9780595454563 

2008 “Her Name is Hope – Life Force” – ISBN 978-1-4092-4669-5 

2009 “Aeroplane Related Poems”  – ISBN 978-1-4452-2045-1 

Short Story Collections 

2007 “A Nation in Flames” –  ISBN 9780595478897 

Novels 

2009 “The Final War” (Written under the pen name Anneke van Ginn) – ISBN 978-1-4092-9764-2 

2009 “Here Comes the Devil Snails! Quick Run Like Hell! The Laser Beam Poodles are Coming!” (Written under the pan name Anneke van Ginn) – ISBN 978-1-4092-9591-4 

External Links 

Nick Armbrister on myspace http//:www.myspace.com/nickspoetrybooks  

words...

“What will it take for the culture of our world to become one without an enemy? A culture with no sense of an enemy? This perfect ideal is alleged to exist somewhere, someplace in our lost confused vicious yet beautiful world. Will we find it before it’s too late? I wish to find my own inner peace and hope our precious world finds it too to renounce war forever...”
Nick Armbrister

Sunny 8

Aeroplane Poems 2 By Nick Armbrister

ISBN: 978-1-326-19611-0

Sunny 8
Damn Yankee Mustang gonna be a real bastard and blow some Krauts outa the fucking sky. Try and stop me mother fuckers! 50cal gunning you down, got many of your kindred by my shells. Always escape with my life. No 109 or 190 ever came close to nailing me.

I'm not called Chuck Yeager! Hell no! I was in Zemke's Wolf Pack.
I died in a field near Mossley, England. No Nazi ever got me. Tell my loved ones it was the weather. Almost took my wingman with it, lost his wing tip when my bird went in. Bang! Gone.

I was a Mustang pilot. Gunning Nazis down.

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The son's father worked away on an oil rig in the North Sea. He was gone two months or more out of three. His wage gave the family with an excellent life. The down side was his absence. When he did return home, his wife nagged endlessly, taking months of frustration out on him. When they did make love, it was over quickly. Some men on the rigs had great sex lives, they made good use of their limited time and had understanding and open-minded wives. His wife wasn't one of them.
Having a nice sexy maid had its bonuses. Like sex. The husband regularly made love to the maid when he was home and his wife was at work. It was their little secret.
"Payback on my wife's nagging and neglect," the husband said one day when he was on home leave from the rig. It went from there.
Their first time was the best. Why is the first occasion the most memorable? Because its new? They had sex in the storage cupboard, of all places. The maid was in the middle of cleaning the house and was getting new rubber gloves. The husband grabbed her from behind and surprised her. His hands found her breasts and squeezed. Then moved down to her pussy and rubbed hard. She moaned and dropped the gloves. Cleaning could wait.
His hands moved up and down her legs, feeling her firm thighs and pinching her shapely butt. One hand forced its way into her tracksuit bottoms and she felt fingers enter her pussy. She opened her legs to make it easier and turned round to face him. Sue hugged him and closed her eyes, getting off on being fingered. Feels good. See how he compares to his sexy son. I bet he's better. Sex starved neglected men always are.
Her hand moved down...

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SERENAYA-12

“Hey, did you hear about the girl in the plane that buzzed the settlement? She’s local, right, I mean from around here?” the crippled man said, anticipating so many answers.

“Well... Maybe she was once a ‘resident’ here long ago, though I can’t be sure. My memory’s not what it used to be,” the old man whispered, almost afraid to be overheard.

“Oh, c’mon now, I’ve heard the rumours,” the other remarked, holding the old man’s gaze.

“Rumours be damned, why do you listen to such hearsay?”

“It’s just, well... Hell, I’ve heard weird things. Look, I heard that she found a plane, ‘that plane’, in the ice pack, frozen solid for a thousand years. The last of its’ kind. Is that true? Who would make such things up? What could they hope to achieve?”

A strained silence fell over the room, punctuated by the sounds of distant battle.

“Okay,” the old man simply said.

“‘Okay’ what?” from the cripple, his eyes now alert. Could this be true? Was he right?

“You’re the only one to have come close. I don’t think you can read my mind but it’s crazy. You guessed right, the girl is my daughter, my own flesh and blood, my only child. She’s 25 years old and fighting for the Twenty Sixth crowd. She found the plane, yes, it’s old, much older than even me. I don’t know how she found it or how she got it working but it is her.” A look of uncertainty passed over the elder’s face. Had he done the right thing letting his friend in? Could the lame man be an assassin for the Stone Collectors? Fate would tell and destiny would soon be calling, for better or for worse.

“Fuckin’ Lord! You ain’t crappin’ me? True? Your daughter? I mean, rumours are rumours but this is madness!“ the cripple shouted, his mind awash with waves of images. He had been right all along.

“If you don’t believe me then I won’t and can’t change your mind. I have work to do. Leave me now. I have told you enough, go now,” the aged man uttered, fatigue showing in his watery eyes. He reached down for a cloth-covered bundle.

“I need to know more, tell me! You know more! Please tell me.”

If the cripple could have stood, he would have done so.

“She is my daughter, her name is Serenaya. Now go.”

The bundle was unwrapped now, the cloth falling to the floor. A small plasma pistol filled his hands. The small size belied its potency. In a sudden move the old man placed the weapon in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The cripple screamed: “No! No!” But it was too late; a beam of plasma blasted the other’s head apart in a shower of cauterised blood, flesh, brains and bone.

A burning smell filled the room and shock filled the cripple’s mind. Serenaya? Was that her name? Now she was the last, she was a bastard, her father now dead. He had to leave before the authorities found him and he had to find her. As quickly as he could, he turned his wheelchair and left the macabre seen. .

A NATION IN FLAMES

A NATION IN FLAMES

This collection of short stories came about because I wished to bring together all of my written work into a single volume. It is a collection of stories – not poetry and not a novel. Creating some of the stories was an easy process, others the opposite. The themes of my stories touch on war, horror, murder, death, magic, loss, and more. I want to encourage people to write – and writing, which is creative, promotes better understanding and reduces fear and ignorance and misunderstanding. I think it’s better to create than to destroy, though destruction can be a powerful thing. My work is on the darker side of the creative word, something positive to come out of the darkness that is within us all. There must be an easier way to get on and to co-exist with each other – not to pull the trigger on someone you hate, to press the red button and launch the nuclear missile at a city, to do actions for self gain in the name of whatever higher being one believes in. There can be a beauty in this but it can also cost us the earth.

I really enjoy writing short stories. Most of the time this has been fun, a really constructive process, though I did have my dark moments leading to deep depression and lost thoughts. I often paused for months to re-adjust. Then I continued writing – and this is the end result. If this is a success I may do a second collection similar to this in the future – who knows? My next book, however – my fourth book – will focus on poetry. So be patient…

Nick Armbrister

I'm Thrilled

Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex

© copyright Jimmy Boom Semtex 2015 all rights reserved.
Only a single poem maybe reproduced for reviewing purposes. In any article list Jimmy Boom Semtex as author.
ISBN: 978-1-326-27084-1

I'm Thrilled
I'm thrilled to hear that you got 3 month inside. You did bird. Do you know how happy I am? I want to shout from the highest steeple and jump with joy. You did 7+ years of crime: drug dealing, smoking weed, assault with a bb gun, smashing your mum's house up, nearly killing her and more.
That was the worst, shoving your mum's head into the sink. Concussion could of killed her. You dropped out of school so have no grades. Maybe if you kill someone, you can study inside?
I think your next crime is murder. But who? Yourself? Not saying my views. Tho 1 less chav will be here, a reign of terror over. You used to take your mum's cash and spend it on drugs. Then hit her when there's no heating.
You made the front room your bedroom, ruled her life with terror. Was told, 'If you lived in a different city, you would be in jail now." That took a while in coming but finally happened. I'm thrilled.

Lucid

Love aint done yet.

She kept running from him.

Little was she aware,

he ran from her.

In the other direction.

One went one way,

the other the opposite.

Soon both would meet when

they circumnavigated the globe.

What then?

Love or war?

Broken Turtles by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Broken Turtles
by Jimmy Boom Semtex

The planes that had climbed before now fell upon the single jet. It turned and danced like a drunk witch. Its pursuers fired their guns. Being so close, they missed. The single jet almost touched the mirror smooth sea. A huge flying fish. It was impossible to tell what nation it belonged to. With a divine touch it turned crazily and got onto a pursuer's tail. And immediately obliterated it with a well aimed shot. Small bits fell to the sea.His wingman was mad and thirsted for revenge. It came quickly! In the blink of an eye the jet flew into the shooter with a Bang! There was a flash, black smoke and debris tumbling to the mirror smooth water.
"Look! Oh fuck, a parachute! Someone escaped," Jelma exclaimed, pointing. In seconds the 'chute fell into the shallow water, just off the beach.
Chen acted with speed. He sprinted into the gentle surf and swam to the pilot. The parachute had collapsed and was dragging the airman under. But Chen was there in thirty seconds. With skilled hands, he unclipped the orange canopy. It was caught be the sea breeze and taken out to sea. Chen got there just in time. The pilot was going under and swallowing water. He hooked an arm round his chest and back crawled to the beach. Jelma stood watching, speechless.

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Five by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Five by Jimmy Boom Semtex

"Hi there. May I help you," greeted Wife. She stood up and lifted up part of her dress with one hand. One leg was fully visible, right up to the front of her red panties. Her pubic hairs were black.
"Yes, I think you can. I'm looking for the lady who works here called 'Wife'. Are you her?" The gigolo's eyes took in the sexy sight. He made sure she saw where his eyes were looking.
The girl nodded. "Yes, I'm 'Wife'."
"Good to hear. Nothing like meeting the wrong woman. It can lead to, shall we say, complications."
"I'm her. Yes, things need doing correctly. How may I help you?"
"Well my dear Wife, your husband sent me. I'm here to have some fun with you."
"Really? We better get on with it then, hadn't we?
"I like the sound of that."

THE POETRY, PROSE AND QUOTES OF JMS AND OTHER WRITERS

THE POETRY, PROSE AND QUOTES OF JMS AND OTHER WRITERS

Edited by Jimmy Boom Semtex

LAST HOPE
Affection perhaps, the word 'love' is too strong. It is no longer part of my day. I neither give nor receive, it doesn't belong. And I fear that's the way it will stay.
My windows are wide and the views that they give, Are of hills I could gaze on all day. The garden, the birds, all help me to live. And I hope that's the way it will stay.
JMS

76er

76er

The man with a dodgy tash was in a mood.

His tash looked like a 76 porn one on either side.

In the middle it was a Hitler one.

You can see the outline 3mm higher on each side.

Does his slicked hair and side parting look familiar?

When you see Hitler in a suit, you have your 76er.

Made younger with alien DNA and living in the Argentine.

Kahlia Akasha Is Back

We armed our jet with 8 anti ship missiles. Every single under wing weapon pylon was spoken for. Under fuselage drop tank full of fuel, in front of that  a twin barrel 30mm gun with 200 armour piercing shells. We where forward based on a dusty coastal track in southwest India.

The Pak navy sank the Indian aircraft carrier and Sea Harriers so we can’t use her as a springboard. On the beach, fuel topped up, weapons armed, final checks done. We took off heading west to engage the Pakistan navy. To sink their ex British and American destroyers. Just as they sank the ex Brit carrier India had used. Mad.

Nice low slow cruise 50ft above the choppy fog laden sea. 200knots, 220mph. She would touch 530mph but we had to go slow, we had 8 ships to kill. My wife flew our plane in the back cockpit. I caressed the juicy missiles below our stealth fighter plane. Used infrared to scan ahead, just ghostly images hidden by the fog. I tried the laser range finder, so many readings due to the shifting fog. Radar! Two scans, off. There! The 1st Pak navy ship, a Type21 Frigate ex Royal Navy. Let’s do an Argy and sink it! Our Chain Head missiles are better than Exocet, 25yrs ahead in tech and lethality.

My wife kept our jet 50ft above the ocean, our grave if she hated me. I confirmed, 'Missile 1 locked on, missile 2 ready to lockup any new target,' then my lady lifted our port wing. Unbalancing me, just illusion. Enough room for our weapon to launch without hitting the sea, our right wing 20ft above the sea! A big wave would swamp us. Mad!

Away! Orange bright flare devil roar missile away. Radar on again to sweep ahead, weapon merging with Pak ship 80 miles ahead. Time to turn gently away; we have 7 more ships to find in the fog and coming night. We’re a ghost unseen below enemy radar, slow to save fuel we have forever to do our job. Sink the Pak navy. Any survivors in the water will get 30mm shells if we don’t shoot up any ships still afloat. Let’s hope our missiles work, I don’t want to strafe some drowning men, let the sea slowly claim them.

Our black painted Soviet prop jet fighter slides through the evening fog as a distant orange flash flares and dies. 7 anti ship missiles left. We’ll evade their 40yr old mirage jets...

This story/poem is my 4th Kahlia Akasha one, the others being in my 3rd book A Nation in Flames: Short Story Collection, out to order on amazon. This warplane is multi role including nuclear capable. Her real title is Aeroprogress T-720. She was never built due to the death of the cold war. This looks to be starting again. Would she be reborn, even more dangerous and deadly? After all the Russians will need a replacement for the Sukhoi Su-25 Frogfoot, a 30yr old attack jet. They lost several, blown out of the sunny Georgian skies in August 2008. Georgian missiles shot them down, David fighting Goliath. Would my Kahlia Akasha escape being shot down over Georgia? We’ll never know. She is stealth capable, has active radar jamming system, chaff and flares to decoy missiles, extreme performance and agility, small size, high technology. She isn’t invulnerable but more survivable than a Frogfoot. All I have are my own design studies, theoretical. I ask what if?

Second Shadow Jimmy Boom Semtex - Nick's world of writing

Second Shadow Jimmy Boom Semtex - Nick's world of writing

Second Shadow Jimmy Boom Semtex

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Fuck Cowardly Bastard Hunters (For Cecil) - Nick's world of writing

Fuck Cowardly Bastard Hunters (For Cecil) - Nick's world of writing

Fuck Cowardly Bastard Hunters (For Cecil)

Fuck Cowardly Bastard Hunters  (For Cecil)

George was Cecil's mate. He was a bit pissed at his pal not being here. Dead is what he was. Stone cold dead with head removed. The dentist did it. George went to see him for a check up. After that, it was payback. You know how it works.

"Your teeth are fine. Just a little on the large side. Keep them clean and you won't have any problems."

Well George knew his teeth were fine. He cleaned them well and ate lots of greens and red meat. Fresh red meat. Like the yummy dentist. George smiled and remember what the dentist did to Cecil. His smile vanished.

George sprung and got hold of the dentist. He licked his face, his rough tongue taking off the dentist's skin, giving him a permanent smile. It was a garish sight. His facial muscles were visible.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! What are you doing to me?" screamed the dentist.

"For Cecil," replied George. "Payback is a fucking bitch."

With four individual bites George broke all four of the dentist's limbs. Then he padded round him, growling. His eyes never left his prey, who cowered, whimpered and prayed to a God he never believed in, till now.

The dentist found new inner strength and tried to move. He crawled because his limbs were snapped like matchsticks. "Fuck you! I enjoyed killing your friend."

"You murdered him and his six cubs. Seven lions you killed. Seven. That's what the death of Cecil created. Now you must die!" roared the spirit of Cecil, through George. His main stood proud and his eyes gleamed with hate and revenge.

He went to work. His first bite nipped the dentist's throat so he suffocated. Just before he was dead, George bit his head clean off and then nosed it over the floor.

"Anyone for football?" The head rolled like a ball. "Gooooooooaaaaaaaaalllll!!! This evens up the score."

The dentist was dead, like Cecil. Cecil was shot by a rifle. The dentist paid a bribe and the rest is history, like the dentist. Hunting big beautiful magnificent cats if not cool and for fucking cowards and bastards. Fuck you hunters. RIP Cecil.