SamMoor@gmail.com: I did a bad thing.
SamMoor@gmail.com: Oh what's the matter? Don't you want to talk to me anymore?
SamMoor@gmail.com: Is it because I used the five bullets?
SamMoor@gmail.com: I didn't mean to. It just happened.
SamMoor@gmail.com: I'm sure the police will find me soon. I waited for you to show up. I looked for you with my last bullet. But you weren't there. I just kept looking and looking.
SamMoor@gmail.com: The police are here.
SamMoor@gmail.com: I'm so sorry Amy I didn't mean to do it
SamMoor@gmail.com: My head's singing again.
SamMoor@gmail.com: Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your head. Chip chop chip chop
the last man's dead.