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Sitting in the dentist's waiting room, Seymour was nervously hunched, listening to the wails emanating from a few doors down the hallway. His thoughts had turned stubbornly murderous, in an attempt to motivate his planned deeds.
This attempt turned out to be futile, however, as Seymour's kinder nature began to win him over. He stood up and paced. Could he really kill someone, or would this all end with him in prison for life and Audrey's continued relationship with this quack? Surely there was a more rational solution to his problem? Talking to her about this... thing he has for her must be easier than taking out this Scrivello guy.
Mind made, Seymour hightails it out of the building, planning on putting the pistol back where he had found it.
Meanwhile, Orin Scrivello DDS was loudly kicking Mr. Denton out of his office.