Please, take a seat. Would you like a cocktail? Of course you would.
Belvedere, do be a good lad and make Mr. Sharff a manhattan.
Now then. Do relax. There's nothing to be afraid of. Just tell me what you did with the money.
You don't understand? The money, Mr. Sharff. I'd like to know about the money. That was in the sack. That fell out of my car. That you picked up.
You don't know what I'm talking about? Very well.
Belvedere, bring me the hatchet.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Come in, Mr. Sharff. We've been waiting for you.
Posted by The Storymatic at 7:39 PM 1 comments
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