I didn't mean to do it- Honest to God, I swear he left me no choice. It was like he watered down my tea on purpose, just to irritate me. And he was always acting so suave to my mistresses, as if he owned the goddamn place. So yes, I shot my butler. But not to kill him or anything, really, I just wanted to scare him a little, I was never gonna pull the stupid trigger or anything. So I pull out the measly little hand gun, and he just goes white as his dainty little gloves he was always wearing. I really had him going. I didn't actually think it was loaded or anything, Jesus. So, he plays along, puts his hands up and all. And I make like I'm gonna pull the trigger on him, and he just looks at me. And he has the gall to tell me, that he feels sorry for me. That he. Felt sorry. For me. Said I was a small man. Well, He didn't leave me much of a choice, did he? I pulled the Goddamn trigger. And you know what? I'd do it again.
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I shot my butler.