By Christopher Munroe
…another fine mess you’ve gotten us into.
I suppose you expect me to bail you out ?
Fine. Bring the bone saw, fetch a rug. I’ll dismember the corpse and we can dispose of it at the quarry before coming back to scrub blood out of carpet and walls.
Make sure nobody sees you, there’s no reason for us to be here, so if no trace is found no one will suspect and in a few hours we’ll be home, enjoying a scotch.
But seriously, this is the last time I’m doing this.
I can’t clean up your messes forever…