The three words are
and I have to get them all in a piece of flash-fiction of no more than 100 words.
As he sat down in the large wooden chair, his hands and feet restrained and a metal cap lowered on to his head, his expression was completely passive. The crowd he could see through the glass looked at him with contempt and horror. He knew they thought he was a lunatic, yet he didn’t care.
He had tried to be a good citizen; he’d worn the mask that hid the monster for so many years. Now the mask was off, and the monster had won.
He smiled a broad smile as the guard pushed the button, then his mind became clear.
Not connected to the above, but I’ve just heard a great quote from Stephen Fry – “It’s now clear that there are many more people in the world who should be killed, and most of them are Management Consultants.”