Knew it, Pug thought, looking at his mother and father. "Spare your mother, son", his father was saying, obviously greatly distressed, pleading to him. His mother was crying to hard to speak. His father had always been a noble man, willing to protect his wife. Now was no different.
Pug hesitated, and his father said again: "I said, spare your mother!" This time it was an order. His father had always been a rather austere man, and it was no different now, either.
Nevertheless, it took great strength to even move towards the gas pumps. When he got there, he turned around, tear in his one eye, and said "I love you, dad." His father replied with a rather cliche "I love you too, son." And with that, Pug turned the lever that would kill his father. The screams lasted for only a second, but it felt like an eternity. Pug didn't turn around, and his mother was hysterical with sadness, crying at the top of her lungs. "Who, why!? Who was that? Why did he make you kill your father?" His mother was screaming, and recessed into babbling incoherently due to immense stress. Pug didn't reply, for he didn't know the answer either. Rather, he silently vowed to avenge his father, again, in a rather cliche manner. Of course, that would be hard at the moment, for he was bawling his remaining eye out. His other one continued to cry blood, instead.
((Y U SO SADIST?))