There is no such thing. — A story in 100 words.
Tyler was a little more forthcoming: “Dude, your bro-ther fuck-ing SNAPPED!”
“This was take the money, in this case diamonds, and run. I told you where they were. You go in, draw your guns, and then you leave. In AND out in four minutes. What in the ever living fuck did you guys do wrong?”
Steph lit another cigarette: “Well, asshole …
“Jesus, you JUST had one!”
“Fuck you Mark, who are you my mother?”
“No, I’m your husband!”
“Pfft, ANYWAY, everything was fine until five monolithic Russians came in after us.”
“So?”
Tyler chimed in: “Yea. Mark. I think they were there for the same reason.”
“Uh-huh, why’s that?”