-- out that.. HEY! Here I am on behalf of Isis Panthea to make a deal with you.. That seemed insane to me. I shook off the --

-- uncertainty as best I could and opened the door to the building for Azarov, the heavy thud of my boots following --

-- close behind his.]] Okay, so what happens next then? What if this guy's serious? What do we do then? We go --

-- choke this whore out with.. a ... Penis? I mean, that doesn't all -that- boring... Azarov

[[I did my best to follow Azarov's lead. It reminded me of when I was short on spending cash a summer back and was --

-- training at the local Panera Bread. I had to follow this one waitress around all day, learning the ropes. Big difference with today --

-- was that I knew for a fact it wouldn't end with me getting blown by Azarov, very much unlike the one who was in charge last --

-- time I was being trained. I kept a smile pasted on my face as I walked into Mr. Devries' home, making myself comfortable as I --

-- snagged the envelope from Azarov's hands and dropped down to sit on an overstuffed faux leather ottoman.]] So.. Says here --

-- your wife's cheating, yeah? You want her to... [[I cleared my throat, avoiding eye contact as I stared at the papers in front of --

-- me.]] ... Choke on his dirty Mexican dick? [[I nodded to myself, not waiting for an answer before I continued talking.]] I get it.. --

-- Cheater. Bad mother.. Those kids don't deserve that in their life. That still something you want? [[My eyes lit up as I looked --

-- from Eugene to Azarov.]] I mean.. It's no trouble for us, we just need you to be sure. Sign the papers and --

-- whatnot. [[I tried my best to ignore the nervous stammering behavior from Eugene.. I had to get this done. I needed --

-- Azarov to know this wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I like my work. I liked it a lot better than the nothing that I did a --

-- lot of the time.]] Really, man. All you gotta do is sign your name and it's done. Your soul, well... You'd be --

-- just as damned as me when your day comes.. But, how bad do I look? Do I look like I'm suffering? Burning in Hellfire or anything --

-- like that? [[An eyebrow cocked at the man who was quickly growing more and more silent, inching closer to where I sat, and I held --

-- out the envelope, papers and all.]] A lifetime with your kids, and no cheating whore.. Doesn't sound so bad if you ask me.

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