Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee #2

"This is fucking freaking me out Pete. What's this Dormouse shit on my phone?"

Pete sat on the bed. The mattress sinking beneath his huge bulk. "I dunno Frank. I'd be more worried about who has it out for the kid."

"Good point Pete. Good point. Still a bit pissed at being late for the party. Did you really need that burrito?"

"You know I need to keep my blood sugar up Frank..."

"Shh... There's someone outside..." Frank peered through the door's peephole. There was a man opposite.

"Shit! We have a player." He hissed.

They grabbed both their weapons...