Grover and Big Bird were getting all the screen time, too much screen time. A deep seated feeling of hate flowed through Elmo's body. It made him tingle. He wish he had the could have the courage to shoot big birds knee caps and say,

"Dance you oversize shit for brains bird, dance!"

 He would say this while wildly waving the gun around while big bird would cry, beg and plead for mercy. Then Grover would earn a bullet to the arm for not being all that funny or great at all. Blood would pour everywhere gushing all over, as the little kids would watch in horror as one by one, their favorite Sesame Street character died a slow and agonizing death. It wouldn't stop at Grover, oh no Elmo would be just warming up. He would force the cameras to follow him as he would mutilate the cookie monster. 

"Fuck Grover and his part I hate him." Elmo said this a little to loud.

"What was that Elmo? I'm teaching kids letters?"

"Yeah I know you have been for the past 40 fucking years! What's knew?"

Elmo stormed over. It was awkwardly silent for a brief moment.

"And what are you looking at Fuck face, your just standing there looking good for nothing? What do you think you are a tough guy huh, put em up!" Elmo raised his furry little fists.

"Me what did I ever do to you?" Big Bird asked. 

"Ah, it's time for a commercial." Grover said.

"Shut up ass hat you don't know what it's like being me. I owe so much money for my gambling and drinks and drug, and here you are yapping about letters to some moron 5 year olds who actually think this shit is real. Fuck you guys. I'm drunk ya'll fuckity fuck fuck fuck you bitches."

Elmo gave them the finger and left the set.

"Fricken cunts don't understand this shit I deal with."

A few days later, one stormy Sunday, the casting director called Elmo and said, "Now that you have had time to cool down if you want to keep your job come to the set to make a public apology. You guys will all sing the new I'm sorry song and then you can work with us again, otherwise your fired."

Elmo gladly accepted the invitation.  With all the camera's on him Elmo said,

"I'm sorry I did and said the things I did, but, I'm not sorry enough to not do this!" Elmo pulled out a hand gun.  Everyone screamed and shouted.

"This is for counting to 11 when I told you ten!" Elmo shot the Count in the heart. Blood seeped through his shirt as he screamed.

"This is for eating MY cookies that I made!" Elmo shot Cookie Monster. His eyes eerily rolled around before they glazed over.

"This is for being such a drag!" Elmo shot Bert twice in the head. He was looking right at the camera when he fell a frozen look of fear permanently stuck to his face.

Big bird barfed as he looked around and saw chunks of brain scattered all over the place.

"Bert!" cried Ernie.

"Stop being a little bitch and get on the ground. I want you to drink his blood." Elmo said with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Grover come here."

"Elmo it's ok, we all just wanna go home to our families." Grover said.

"Stop trying to be hero and get your blue ass over here now!" Elmo proved his point by killing off the grouch. 

Grover walked over with a frightened look. 

"Who should die Zoe or Abby?" Elmo asked.

"Elmo no please don't!"

"If you don't answer I will kill Rosita!"

"Grover don't let me die!" Abby cried.

"Don't do this Elmo!"

"Don't you dare tell me what I can and can not do you bastard. You've got 10 seconds!"

"Grover please!" Zoe squealed.

"8 seconds." Elmo said pointing the gun at Rosita.

"I don't want to die, pick one of them not me!" Rosita begged.

"7 seconds, now this is what I like to see." Elmo said.

Grover stared and Zoe, then Abby. They were all crying.

"5 seconds Grover, oh and if you don't pick you die with Rosita too."

Grover Gulped never in the history of his life did he ever have to make such an important decision.

"Your choice that you will decide says to me a lot about you more then it tells about me, 4 seconds."

"I'm sorry Abby." Grover looked down.

"What NOOOO!" she screamed.

"I choose Zoe."

"What?" Zoe asked.

Elmo shot her right between the eyes. 

She fell over with a sickening splat as everyone screamed.

"By the way," Elmo said, "I lied."

And with that he shot Abby and then Grover.

Big Bird tried to run but it was too late. He went down with four bullets to the back.

All the cameramen died from two bullets a piece. As tons of viewers tuned in. Elmo moved a camera outside for a last shot of him.

Then he walked out of the set into the stormy night. Rearing his head back, this small damp creature looked back at the camera with blood shot eyes with a troubled look as lighting flashed. He went down the alley way and disappeared into the night.