Whoever encounters Fatty and Margaret, these two devils, is practically cursed for eight lifetimes. Just looking at Miller's suddenly stiffened face tells you how badly he's been shaken!
Fatty has always believed in adding fuel to the fire and kicking someone when they're down, and he does it tirelessly. He tilted his head, gazed at Miller curiously and sympathetically, then asked, "You just had a dream last night?"
Miller's eyes, venomous like a snake, fixed coldly on Fatty, trying to discern the truth from Fatty's face.
Yet, true or false, the mere thought of Margaret stripped naked like a lamb rolling in bed with this Fatty fueled an unmistakable murderous intent deep within him.
Despite having countless women throughout his twenty-nine years, the one he most desired was only Margaret.
He had once pursued Margaret earnestly and had even tried to use drugs at a banquet to achieve his goal. But it was that very night Margaret publicly ruined his manhood.
