Three nights later, Mr. Peasant crept through his lord's manor, big kitchen knife in hand. He wound his way through the posh halls looking for a door. A special door. The door to the lord's room.

After an hour of wandering the manor, nearly bumping into multiple people, he found the door. "Hehehe," he whispered running his finger along the side of the knife," It's time,"  

He eased the door open. He slipped inside. He shut the door. And crept to the side of the bed. What our dear Mr. Peasant did next, was quite a surprise. He lifted the knife above his head, and DROVE IT INTO THE THROAT OF HIS LORD, KILLING HIM!!!!! MR. PEASANT THEN RIPPED THE SKIN FROM THE LORD'S FACE! 

He then went to the closet, and pulled out one of the fancy robes in it. He then slapped the skin onto his face, threw the robe over his shoulders, and confidently strode out of the room.

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ohhhhh what's he gonna do next?