He spent the night at the bar with his friend, Zach. John, that is. Well, John and Zach got drunk, and Zach unknowingly said some terrible things about John. Those things bothered him, John, and he thought about those things on his walk home.
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Well, two days passed, and John was still upset over what was said. It was Saturday now, and after much thought John drove his car to Zach's house for revenge. Zach owns a daughter who is very good looking, and it would be tragic if she were kidnapped, thought John. He parked his car at the curb. It was a quiet Saturday where Zach lived.
The back door was always unlocked, you see, so John entered through the back into the kitchen. Zach's daughter was eating lunch in her high-chair as she always did at noon. She was only 6 months old so she made a mess when she ate on her own. John could hear Zach's footsteps upstairs, so he had to be quick. It took about 30 seconds for John to free Kelly from her high-chair, but by then Zach had walked down the stairs and had just entered the kitchen. Kelly's weight still rested on the high-chair.
"Oh, hey, John!" said Zach, and John immediately removed his hands from Zach's Kelly. Zach wasn't expecting John any time soon, but he just remembered he was going to ask him about something. Then he realized he wasn't expecting John, and his welcoming grin was replaced with a sort of gaping confusion. "Did you... What are you doing here?.."
John wasn't expecting Zach, so he replied, "Eh, nothing much," which was followed by intense thought. He focused on the high-chair buckle so much that he was no longer angry, so he stared back at Zach with a blank face. The front was closer to his car, but he left out of the back so he wouldn't have to walk past Zach. Next time I decide to kidnap someone, it will be someone that I don't know, thought John on his drive home.