To top it off, not a single member of this sorry circuit has croaked in what feels like forever. Things used to be exciting. You all used to drop like flies on the daily, and then come back nightly like a dinner your stomach didn’t agree with.
You miss those days.
When everyone died all the time.
The new boss took all the guns. All the jujus too. You’ve taken to carrying around a normal crowbar just to feel something, but it isn’t the same. All she left your outfit was this giant laser, and you weren’t even allowed to point it at each other. And now it’s busted.
Maybe that’s why the big lady downstairs even let you make that oversized oven, because it’s stupid garbage.
Dames always knew how to play suckers like you.
You know how it is with dames.
