The Big 'un!
There's suddenly gunfire behind you as the cops who have broken into your home fire at you with great acrimony. Bullets whiz past your ear.
15 minutes later you're at your desired destination. The door is white in colour, with a golden postbox next to it. The vegetation outside of this house is beautiful, you relish this moment. You wish to equivocate here. But you know you've got business to do. You knock at his door. A few moment later a burly man opens, wearing a Tuxedo jacket and a Tuxedo hat, a newspaper in his left hand, a revolver in his right. "Wha'duya want?" He demands, lighting up a joint. You pass over the package. "What is this? A bomb? Fuck off." You suddenly lose much confidence. He's about to shut his door, when you quickly mention the guy that had sent you. "Oh, that old bastard. Well..you wanna come in? My other is cookin' up some'm tasty." Do you accept or decline?
« Go Back 15 minutes later you're at your desired destination. The door is white in colour, with a golden postbox next to it. The vegetation outside of this house is beautiful, you relish this moment. You wish to equivocate here. But you know you've got business to do. You knock at his door. A few moment later a burly man opens, wearing a Tuxedo jacket and a Tuxedo hat, a newspaper in his left hand, a revolver in his right. "Wha'duya want?" He demands, lighting up a joint. You pass over the package. "What is this? A bomb? Fuck off." You suddenly lose much confidence. He's about to shut his door, when you quickly mention the guy that had sent you. "Oh, that old bastard. Well..you wanna come in? My other is cookin' up some'm tasty." Do you accept or decline?