Mort looked at me, "Is this true?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Morty. I'm not Mr. Saint. But I am the guy that took care of your problem."
"And took my job," Mr. Saint said.
"You weren't hired yet," I said. "Why don't you complain to the Better Business Bureau?"
He turned the gun fully on me.
"I want half of da money you made on dis job. Call it a finder's fee," Mr. Saint said.
I laughed loudly, "You'll get half of this money when they hold the Winter Olympics in Hell!"
He cocked the pistol. Me and my big mouth...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Yeah Jake.... you just have to push your luck, don’t you?
Christopher almost 5 years ago
He really does.