Hello gentlemen. (Bob's seriously an asshole, Part I)

So I am standing at the table, addressing all these men in suits. One of them says, "How will this benifit us, though? That's what I don't get." So I fucking grab the knife out of my suit coat and fucking stick it in him. Blood is squirting out of his chest, and he is just screaming, looking down at the knife. It is a dark room, you cannot even see the walls. There is one light, bright, but it does not illuminate the whole room. Think of it almost as an interrogation room. Anyway, there's fucking blood all over, people's suits are getting stained with blood; the light is covered with blood, so now you can barely see anything or anyone. Out of nowhere, I am all of a sudden getting hit with a hammer on the head, repeatedly. I turn around, and it's fucking Bob doing this. I'm all like, "what the fuck, Bob!?" He's all like, "Hey, don't make me look like the bad guy...you fucking stabbed someone!" I was like, "Dude, that's not the point! It's totally unnecessary for you to be hitting me with that hammer. It hurts!" I was so pissed...what an asshole Bob is now. I used to like him, but I didn't know he was a FUCKING traitor who just up and hits people with hammers. God, fucking asshole. I am not going to talk to Bob anymore, because frankly, he is quite a big asshole. I so am going to spread a rumor about him that he's a necrophiliac. That'll teach him to hit people with hammers. I mean who does he think he is you know?