-The bandanna'd man rolls his shoulders and stretches-
Man....We've gotta do something better to occupy our time, I'm goin' insane looking at nothing but trees!
Didn't you say you saw a house on the way down here?
-Geese smirks-
Perhaps, after she's seen this....
-He pulls a checkbook out of his robe and writes in it, ripping a check out-
....You may have to pick me up to see it.
-He holds the check right up to her eyeball and-
-oh-
-ooooooooohhhhhhh that's-
-that's a lot of zeroes-
...?...
-He glances backward, toward the sound of thunderous feet...-
-The pair begins to walk-
So what was I on about?
Your solo operation in Venezula.
Right, right! I was in a jungle, 'bit thicker than this, yeah? I knew I was being zeroed in on, but I didn't know where it was coming from!
Right, yeah, I vaguely remember this story....How'd you get out, again?
Gettin' to that part! So I waited, 'till juuust the right moment, 'till I could hear their footsteps. And then, I set up an impromptu smokescreen, like this!
Like what?
Liiiike THIS!
-Suddenly, he punches the ground with tremendous force, sending a thick torrent of dust and dirt into the air-
edited 17th Jun '17 7:37:37 PM by MacDuffy
It's your salary, as an employee of the Howard Connection.
Still too small? I'm willing to negotiate.
....
Just a question-...Do you have-...!
-He is swiftly dropped onto the roof-
.....Hey.
-In the smoke, Ramona feels hands and legs grapple and lock with her limbs, bending them in VERY uncomfortable directions and pinning her to the dirt-
And then what happened, may I ask?
What else? I followed the sounds of coughing and panic, and gave 'em a sample of the Ralf Special. POW!
-DEER GUT PUNCH-
edited 17th Jun '17 7:50:00 PM by MacDuffy

"... -shifts away-"