Immortal? Are you serious?

"You're totally crazy, no way." Rita said, and Heather covered her face with herr hand in horror. "No, I'm not crazy, I just did not find a decent knife or some sharp scissors in your drawers, and

you want me to convince you of my immortality. Right?" Rita tapped her index finger against her forehead; "And now you want to kill yourself to demonstrate it, or what?" He raised his shoulders; "why not? It work out quit well with Ira, appart from having to tie her up first," The last part of the sentence he mumbled bearly audible to himself. Travis looked at him with wide eyes; "Who the hell is Ira? Slowly, I have the feeling to be part of a bad movie." Gregory paced nervously up and down the room, when he suddenly saw a pair of scissors on the coffee table. He took the sissors in his hand and looked triumphantly a ound. "Ha, now I will show you that I am immortal, then you will have to buy my story whether you want to or not." Carefully he pulled the white T-shirt over his head, folded it neatly and put it over a chair on the other side of the table, then he took off his jeans and was standing with his black boxershorts in front of them. "Rita, I hope you do not have any valuable furniture or other expensive stuff, because there could be a little mess, if I bleed, but unfortunately that can not be avoided. Rita, Heather, and Travis stared at him, as he stood half-naked in front of them, and Travis could not help staring at Gregory's muscular body, even in this crazy Situation, but just then he screamed out hysterically when Gregory rammed the scissors with full force into his chest and sank to the ground, squirming with pain. Travis waved his arms wildly and could not stop screaming. Rita shook him vigorously, and when he still didn't shut up, she slapped his face. He fell silent instantly.