“you know….?” kit asked with a uncertainty.
“What?” i took a bite out of the slop. the slight bitterness of the salt in it, rolling along my tounge, teasing my taste-buds.
“Death…” he continued, distracted from his goop. " I mean…. i wonder what happens, when, you know…. you …‘Die’ "
“Dont we all?” i replied with a mouthful of slop.
“Well… i wish jimmy made it” kit said sorrowfully
“Nah, dont think nothing of it, he mightve been a brother… but , the watchers will continue to live on… even in its death” i said with a bit of unacknowlaged sarcasm. Kit snorted, taking a spoonful of slop and chewing slightly on it. “Besides, what about the rest of the crew?” i asked with a slight chuckle
“…well…back in the day, when we were robbing… and killing…. they each did a fine job of holding their own against the popo….” i cut in
“hah… po-ho…” he retaliated by saying
“of course…youd like the hos…”
“Whaa?!?”
“im messing with you” he said with a grin
“pfft…” i thought “funny…”