Willam, a madman, Kitty, three men wearing black sunglasses, like avenging angels.
Seven bag with a sack from a distance into the painting. Open the sack, a foreigner company boss gagged watched in horror as they.
"Your this group of garbage, advertising creative, rape, insult in tail section, fill one's own pocket, playing what unspoken rule." Willam was carrying a gun, slowly toward him, walking and talking. Finally standing up to him, a shot to the head.
Willam sighed, lights a cigarette, he opened the iPhone headphones to listen to symphony, calmly looked at from afar.
"My name is willam, Macquarie media group B's creative director, advertising creative living, if not the view creativity as a way of life, perhaps the world's most bitter thing, what is the creative? For example, the customer is God, but now I want to kill my god. This is a very creative behavior."