No one knew this person was how good at making plans. And I had no idea why I was on his operating table. I knew it was all started from my face, I still kept my eyes on my face. I saw he was very very exciting about it and looking at me, he held a scalpel with another hand touched my face lightly. I knew he was measuring how much he needed of my skin. Then he started did this: cut off my face. I didn't feel any pain and quite enjoy it. Drowned in his beautiful face which was full of happiness. Oh, by the way, he had blue eyes.
Now, my face's skin had been cut off and put in a plate near by me. He was planing the next step: took my eyes away. He was thinking which way was better, drill or dig? I didn't give him too much time for consideration, I jumped up and screamed, ran around the room. Who knew how he was good at making plans? He couldn't control the situation and said he wouldn't take my eyes. I said: "Please let me keep my eyes, my brain and my mouth; let me see it, let me think and talk." Others you could take away if you want.
Yet I saw him wasn't happy to all of this.
And I thought he was so greedy.
And I thought he was so greedy.
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