Men Behaving Badly.
Gary kept his grip tight, as Tony’s face turned blue. His chokes and thrashes went from wild, to still, to nothing. Nothing. Silence.
Gary looked down at the corpse, Tony’s tongue dangling from his pallid, dry lips like a dead snake. His eyes bulbous and blank, his corpse now sighing with the relief of escape.
He had murdered Tony. He had strangled him. Gary muttered justifications to himself. The constant laddisms; the terrible, terrible jokes, the awful silences as the debauchery of the 90s turned to ageing resignation in the 2000s when the show ended. He closed Tony’s eyes, and turned to look out into the wasteland of his own guilt.
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