[23] written by Anjee

You discard your mother's question and quickly pull the forearm
out from under of your shirt and hold it inches from your mother's face.
Unlike you expected, she does not ask where the hell you got THAT from,
but hits your arm with extreme force, causing you to launch the forearm
in mid-air... landing into the soup she was preparing on the stove.
You grin evilly and begin to chuckle, asking your mother if she's hungry.
Mother bolts towards the phone with steam coming out of her ears and
dials the number to the nearest loony bin. You are locked up in a
mental institute for the rest of your life, no one ever visits you, and
you become best friends with a spider, but it dies a few days later so
you kill yourself also. The end.