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BANG! What?!

BANG!

“What did you do that for?”

“He was sayin’ some things.”

“You didn’t have to shoot the guy!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“You just don’t! Ah geez. Look! His blood just stained my jacket! My wife is going to kill me! Who’s gonna pay my cleaning bill? I told you we should’ve used the tub.”

“And carry his ass all the way up those stairs? Nuh uh, I’m not throwing my back out again. Remember what happened last time?”

GROAN BANG!

“Hey! Seriously dude!”

BANG! BANG!

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“What? It’s not like he’s gonna get less shot!”

pause

“You have a point there.”

“Thank you.”

“Now check his pockets. He has the info we need.”

“You check his pants pockets, I’m not gay.”

“It’s not gay if you go through a man’s pockets you ignorant bastard!”

“I ain’t putting my hand near his fuzzy dice.”

“Fine! I’ll do it. Big baby.”

pause

“There. You see? He had the info all along! Let’s get outta here.”

“Should we uh? You know.”

“What?”

BANG!

“SERIOUSLY DUDE!”

“What?!”

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