by muffinstud » Fri Jul 13, 2012 3:53 pm
Monkey smacks his fist on one of the tables. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted that guy! Now he's off somewhere spending our loot! He's dead! He is so dead!" Rage has overtaken Monkey as well, and he ignores the brown locks around his ears.
Razor continues on the tape. "Wasn't it so convenient that we all used code names? You three already knew each other, sure. But your insistence on anonymity only protects me now. Good luck finding out who I am, where I'm going, or how to find me. Oh, and do spruce up the safehouse while you're there? It was so musty and nasty. Why, it could even use a woman's touch." Razor grins ear to ear.
While they fume, the kitchen in the back starts to sparkle a little bit. The dingy tiles are a bright peach color, with immaculate white grout in between. The counter tops are pink marble too, and look much cleaner.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker