Andy Rusnell Convo Jack and George

George: Hey, your name wouldn't happen to be Jack would it.

Jack: Why yes, yes it is...

George: I heard what happened on that deserted island...were those stories true? How did you justify the killing of several other boys? The reason I ask is not to put you on the spot, but to help me mentally justify what I did to someone close to me?

Jack: How did you hear about that?! I'd rather not talk to much about it, it's a sore subject! Why what did you do that is bothering you so much?

George: Well... I... I...put a bullet through my brother (Lennie's) head the other day but it had to be done. He was going to be killed either way so I did the only thing I could think of to protect my life and to end it quickly for him. You see he had a slight disability where he wasn't completely right in the head and he had this passion for touching/holding onto soft things. When he was little this was never a big deal but as he got older and much stronger he began to lose touch with how strong he really was. As Lennie got older his love for soft things grew but the way he handled them became disasterous. Lennie was so strong that many of the things he held onto would be killed under the pressure from his strong hands.

Jack: Wait, just because he had a disability and a bizzar passion, you thought you could kill him?!

George: Hold up one second Mr. Perfect! You haven't heard the whole story yet. Well as i was saying he had this desire to touch and squeeze the life out of soft things. At first, he only killed rats, rabbits, and other small animals until one day he killed a puppy that belonged to the owner of a farm we both worked on. Not only did he kill that puppy he killed the that man's wife without realizing what he had done. I did what I had to, he was a dangerous man.

Jack: Yeah, I guess but he was still your brother.

George: How can you say that, look what you did in your past. You were in charge of a hostile group of boys that killed several other innocent boys and were in the attempts to kill Ralph too.

Jack: Hey! Stop there! Thats completely different! I was doing all I could to protect my followers from the beast while also occuping them with pig hunts. I was a good leader who looked out for his one, I didn't kill them because they messed up once.

George: You killed innocent people! How can you say thats justifiable! I did something that had to be done in order to protect others down the road. Plus, he was going to be killed anyway and probably in a worse way! You know what I don't care what you say! Were done here! Good Day! Sorry I wasted your time!

Jack: Whatever! Go on a live your life knowing you killed your own brother!

(Both Jack and George turn and head their own seperate ways).