"For the last time", I blurted."I am going to Kill you!" My hands fly out, and with one clean strike I did it. I killed him. Yes, I did kill him. It was Louis. He made me the cold blooded murderer that I am now.

For those of you, who are wondering who Louis is. Its the guy from the advertising business. Louis, the Mosquito. And, yes I did threaten him before "snapping" it to death, with these bare hands! (I still dont get why we cannot resist threatening them, before making that void attempt at killing 'em)

If its anything I hate more than Corollas(spelled karelaa aka bitter gourd), it has to be singing Louis'. They sing for the Indian Idol selections, (i mean with a little bit of a performance and hungry for some applause), and are found everywhere. From the parking spaces infront of your house, to those clumsy backyards. They are slow, yet the first attempts @ killing em, are always wasted. I blame it on our lack of concentration. Once, we miss (the first time) we concentrate harder, and it then increases the chances of the kill.

Applying "Vidya Balan" brand mosquito repellent creams may sound alluring for now, but eventually you would have to take the law in your hands. The satisfaction of killing them, is immense. Theres no escaping the inevitable. Revenge aka the "GiveMeMyBloodBack" syndrome, would eventually get the better of you and you would become a raging monster.

The mysterious night has fallen upon me, and I head-out in search of another kill.

"For the last time.." I blurted.. again..