The fellas head into the other room to talk shop. You say oh I have a good idea. They say why don't you go ahead and keep track of the loot. You say ok.
As long as they're gone... well, you really shouldn't. But just look at this incendiary smorgasbord. This devastating, delicious detonational delight. This is some primo, flagrantly flammable ordinance... you start to feel a little hot under the collar.
Maybe it's time for things to get a little hot outside the collar, too.
