What if Jane Austen had a submachine gun for an arm and an interest in total, global domination?
What if what we think is reality is actually just some blog written by a dendraphobic, nudist albino named “Steve?”
What if spider monkeys were really made up of hundreds of monkey-shaped spiders?
What are YOUR “what ifs?”
The best answer (meaning the one that makes me laugh so hard I weep tears of vodka) wins a galley copy of I SHOT YOU BABE. So hit me with your best shot. Fire away.
The Assassin