[…] I began my existence as a knife in 1945. My first master tasked me with hunting and killing a man who had stolen the life and identity of his brother. We rode through the Gobi Desert on a motorcycle, and I encountered several camels. The revenge killing itself was not as remarkable. Did you know camels don’t actually spit, but projectile vomit? I did not.
Re: Asher Simon.
[…] I began my existence as a knife in 1945. My first master tasked me with hunting and killing a man who had stolen the life and identity of his brother. We rode through the Gobi Desert on a motorcycle, and I encountered several camels. The revenge killing itself was not as remarkable. Did you know camels don’t actually spit, but projectile vomit? I did not.