 his hands along the front of the clock, trying to open the door which was keeping him away from the weights.

His touch activated the defensive mechanism. Two large, very heavy, and very sharp gravity driven axes crashed down from each side of the clock's front. The blades sliced through his arms, severing his hands and forearms from his body. He stared down at his bleeding stumps before he began screaming.

(This trap was based on an old movie I'd seen ages go. When I'd seen how ingeniously simple it was to activate and deactivate, I knew I needed a replica, which the man at the clock shop had been happy to make for me at an additional fee. What he didn't know was that I'd taken out the lightweight, blunt axes he'd put in the clock and replaced them with my killing blades.)

Meanwhile, my bedroom had begun to fill with a gas which would knock the thief out and then suffocate him. The gas would fill the room for only ten minutes before harmlessly venting outside. The gas would only be effective during the time it was in my bedroom, ensuring anyone who went back into my bedroom afterward would be unharmed.

Thief began to cough, covering his nose to stop inhaling the gas. But it did no good and he slowly fell to the ground in a graceless plop. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was dead, a victim of his own greediness.

(This trap was from my own ingenious design and was purely something I'd created and tested on my own. Nobody, other than a few construction workers who'd created the vents for me, had been in on it and even they didn't know the real reason I'd had the vents installed. Seeing my work of art work so well gave me a very happy feeling inside.)

And speaking of cleaning up, I needed to call someone to clean up my apartment before I could return. The man in the living room alone was making quite a mess with all his flailing about. I wish he'd just die already.

Though, he was dying a lot faster than my old roommate had when she'd been attacked by the same clock. She'd taken forever to die from exsanguination. Even though she'd lost just as much blood, which was really quite a lot now that I saw this thief's blood make such a mess, something within her had just kept hanging on. But even
his hands along the front of the clock, trying to open the doorway which was sustain him away from the weights. 

 His contact activated the defensive mechanism. Two big, very heavy, and very sharp graveness drive axes crash down from each side of the clock's front. The blade sliced through his arms, severing his hands and forearms from his body. He gaze down at his bleeding stumps before he began screaming. 

 (This bunker was based on an old movie I'd seen ages rifle. When I'd seen how ingeniously simple it was to activate and deactivate, I knew I need a replica, which the man at the clock shop had been happy to make for me at an additional fee. What he didn't know was that I'd taken out the lightweight, blunt axes he'd put in the clock and replaced them with my killing blades .) 

 Meanwhile, my bedroom had begun to fill with a gas which would knock the thief out and then suffocate him. The gas would occupy the room for only ten minutes before harmlessly vent outside. The accelerator would only be effective during the time it was in my bedroom, ensuring anyone who run back into my bedroom afterward would be unharmed. 

 Thief began to cough, covering his nose to hold on inhaling the gas. But it did no good and he slowly fell to the land in a graceless plop. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was dead, a victim of his own greediness. 

 (This trap was from my own ingenious invention and was purely something I'd create and tested on my own. Nobody, other than a few construction workers who'd created the release for me, had been in on it and even they didn't know the real reason I'd had the vents installed. Seeing my work of artwork work so well gave me a very happy feeling inwardly .) 

 And speaking of scavenge up, I needed to bid someone to clean up my apartment before I could reelect. The man in the living room alone was making quite a mess with all his flailing about. I wish he'd merely die already. 

 Though, he was die a lot faster than my old roommate had when she'd been attacked by the like clock. She'd taken forever to fail from exsanguination. Even though she'd lost just as much lineage, which was really quite a lot now that I interpret this thief's blood make such a mess, something within her had just kept hanging on. But even
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 his hands along the front of thE clock, tryiNg to oPen The DoOr whIch wAs keeping him awAY froM the weights.

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(THiS TrAP Was BasEd on an old mOvIe I'd sEEn ages gO. whEN i'D seEN how ingeniousLy simple it wAS to ActivaTe And DEactivAte, I kNeW i neEded a replicA, whiCh the man aT the clOCk shop hAD been haPpy to mAke For Me at AN aDdItiOnAL feE. whAt hE DidN't know waS tHaT I'd taKen oUT THE ligHtwEighT, blunT axes he'd put in The ClocK And ReplaCed thEm wiTh My kilLing blAdes.)

MEaNwhile, my bedroom Had bEgun to filL wiTh A gaS wHich wOUld knoCk tHe tHief out And then SUffOcATE HiM. The gas would fill thE rOOM fOr only teN minutES bEfORe harmleSsLy vEntiNG OutsiDe. ThE GaS would onLy be efFEcTiVe durinG tHe time It Was In mY bedrOOm, enSuring Anyone whO went BAck into my bedroOM afterward wouLD bE UNhARmed.

thiEf began to coUgh, cOVeriNg hiS NoSe tO Stop iNhaliNg THe GAs. But it did no good and He Slowly Fell tO the ground in a Graceless pLOP. i knew it wOuldN'T bE Long before he waS dead, A victim of hIS own greeDinesS.

(This traP was from mY OWn ingeniOus DesIgn And WAS pUrely somethinG i'D creAtEd and teSteD on my owN. NoBodY, otHer ThAn a few conStructioN wOrKeRs Who'D creaTEd the venTs For Me, Had Been iN On it anD even They DiDn'T KnoW the reaL ReASOn I'd HaD tHe veNts InStallEd. SeEIng My work oF art work sO weLL gavE mE a Very hapPy feeling insiDe.)

and speakinG oF clEaning UP, i needed tO call someone to clean up my APartmenT beFore I CoulD return. ThE maN in the LivINg room Alone wAs makInG quITE a mesS WItH alL hIs flailing ABOut. i wish He'D jusT die alrEady.

Though, he was dyiNG a lOt faster than mY olD rooMMAtE haD WhEN shE'd BEen ATTacked by the same Clock. She'd tAkEN fOrever to diE FroM eXsanguiNation. EVen thOUgh she'd Lost just aS much blooD, wHich WAS reAlly quite a Lot now thAt I saw thiS Thief'S BlOod maKe sUch a meSs, SomEthinG withiN Her Had juSt kept HaNging oN. But eVeN
 his hands along the front  of the cl ock,try ing  t o op en t he door whichw as k eeping him away from t he we ig h ts.Hi s tou ch acti v at e d  th ede fen si v emecha nis m. Twolarge, ver y h ea vy, and very sh arp gravit y d riven axes c ras hed do wn  fr o m eac h s ide o f thec lock's  front. T he blades slicedt h ro ughhis arms, severin g  h i s hands and fo rearms  f r om h isbod y. He star ed  down at hisb le e d i ngs tumps beforehe began sc r eam ing.
(T his trap w as ba se d  on  an old mov ie I 'd seen a ges go .  When I ' d seenhow in gen iou slys im pl e i tw ast oact i vat e and de ac ti vate,  I k n e w I ne ede d arepli ca, which the  ma n at the  cloc k sho p ha dbeenhappyto ma ke  for me at an a ddit ional fee . W ha t h edidn' t  knowwas  th at I'dtaken o u t t he l i gh tweight, blunt axe sh e 'd  put inthe cl o ck  a n d replac ed  th em w i t h mykill i ng  blades. )

Mea n wh il e, my b ed room h ad  be gun  to f i ll w ith agas whic h wou l d knock the th i ef out and th e ns u ff o cate  hi m. The gaswoul d  fil l th e  r oom for o nly t en mi n utes before harmles sl y vent ing o utside. The g as would o n l y  be effe ctiv e  d u ring the timeit wa s in my be d room, en surin g anyone  who went b ack into  my  be dro oma f te rward would b e unha rm ed.

Th ief  begantocou gh,  co ve ring hisnose tost op  i nh ali ng th e  gas. Bu titdi d n o goo d  and h e slo wlyfe ll tothe gro u nd i n agr ac eles s p lo p. Iknew itwouldn' t be long  be f orehe  w as dead , a victim of  h is own gre ed ine ss.

( T h is trapwas from my own ingenio u s desig n a nd wa s pu rely some thi ng I'd  cr e ated a nd tes ted o nmyo w n. No b o dy , o th er than af e w c onstr uc tion  worker s who'd created th e  ve nts for me, h adbeen i noni ta ndev e n t h e y didn't know t he real re as o nI'd had th e  ve nt s insta lled. S eeing my work  of art w ork so we ll  gav e mea very hap py feeli ng inside . )

An d  s peaki ngof cle an ing  up,I need e d t o cal l some on e to c leanup  my apar tment before I could re turn.The m anin the li vin g  ro om alonewasmaking qui tea m ess w ith all h is f l ai lin g  abou t. I wish he'd ju std i ealready.

T h o u gh,  he w asd ying a  lot  faster than my o l d roommate had  whe n she 'db eenat tacked by thesam ec l ock. She 'd  taken fore ver to d ie fromexsang uinati on. Eve n th o ugh sh e'dlos t just as  mu ch blood,wh ic h  was r eall yquitea lotn ow t h a t I saw this thi ef'sb l ood m a kesuchamess, s o meth ing within  her had ju st kep t ha nging  on. Bu teven
 his_hands along_the front of the_clock, trying_to_open the_door_which was keeping_him away from_the weights.

His touch activated_the defensive mechanism._Two_large, very heavy, and very sharp gravity driven axes crashed down from each side_of_the clock's_front._The_blades sliced through his arms,_severing his hands and forearms_from his_body. He stared down at his bleeding stumps_before_he began screaming.

(This_trap was based on an old movie I'd seen_ages go. When I'd seen how_ingeniously simple it_was_to_activate and deactivate, I_knew I needed a replica, which_the man at the clock shop_had been happy to make for me_at an additional fee. What he_didn't know was that I'd_taken out_the lightweight, blunt axes he'd_put in the_clock and_replaced them with_my killing blades.)

Meanwhile, my bedroom had_begun to fill_with a gas which would knock_the_thief out and_then_suffocate_him. The_gas would fill_the_room for_only_ten minutes before harmlessly venting outside._The_gas would only be effective during the_time it was in_my_bedroom, ensuring anyone who_went back into my bedroom_afterward would be unharmed.

Thief began to_cough, covering_his nose_to stop inhaling the gas. But it did no good and_he slowly fell to the ground_in a graceless plop._I knew_it_wouldn't be long_before_he was_dead, a victim of his own greediness.

(This_trap was_from my own ingenious design and_was purely something I'd_created_and tested on my own. Nobody,_other than a few construction workers_who'd created the vents for_me,_had_been in on it and_even they didn't know the real_reason I'd had_the vents installed. Seeing my work of_art_work so well gave me a_very_happy feeling inside.)

And speaking of cleaning_up,_I_needed to call someone to_clean up my apartment before I_could return. The man in the living room alone_was making quite_a mess with all his_flailing_about._I wish he'd just die already.

Though, he was dying a_lot faster_than my old_roommate had when she'd been attacked by the same clock._She'd taken forever to die from exsanguination._Even though she'd lost just as much blood, which was really_quite a lot now that I saw this_thief's blood make such a mess, something_within her had just_kept_hanging on. But even