Description
While his sister Wicked Wendy schemed, Beelze-Bob leaned lazily against the wall of his cell, savouring a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling from his mouth like whispers of a forgotten curse. Blood-red tears rolled down his face not from sadness, from the sheer boredom of it all.
"Ready?", Wicked Wendy asked.
Beelze-Bob smirked, his cigarette burning down to the filter... "I've been ready since the day they locked us in this joke of a place".
Beelze-Bob smirked, flicking his cigarette into the night. They were free!
"It's time to unleash our horrors", he whispered... and with that, the blockchain would never be the same again.
