Thank you kindly., have a little teeny bit more. The problem is that after this bit I will actually have to write High!5-0, which really could take a while...
“You don’t insult Rose in front of me. Are we clear on this?”
“Yes. Yes, absolutely. Totally clear” said Jimmy “Jesus, Dave, I’m sorry I insulted your true love or whatever. Could you move the gun please?”
Dave stared at him for another few seconds before taking the gun away, like he hadn’t already got the point. No insulting the fantasy girlfriend. Understood loud and clear, won’t be doing that again. And likewise won’t be insulting Katy Perry, Freddie Mercury, or Marmite. Especially Marmite. Which really left only one safe topic for discussion.
“So can we go over the plan again? If you don’t mind.”
“The plan is the same as the last time you asked. It’s really very simple” said Dave “At 1am we light the flares to show the plane where to drop the crate. The crate contains high quality counterfeit dollars. If you steal any, I will shoot you. If you look like you’re thinking of stealing any, I will shoot you. And please note that I haven’t specified where I will shoot you so feel free to use your imagination on that one. Assuming I haven’t shot you, we put the crate on the truck, we drive to the warehouse. I get paid, you get to keep your kneecaps and then we all go home.”
“That’s great Dave. Really.”
Possibly Jimmy should have been paying more attention to the speech. But he’d heard it a few times now and the absolute paralysing terror he’d felt at the first rendition had settled into a sort of plateau of petrified boredom. Besides, there were other things happening, things that in the grand scheme of tonight’s plan were probably more important.
“The thing is Dave, if we’re supposed to light the flares at 1am, why can I hear a plane now? And if we’re lighting flares, who’s lit the bonfire?”
Have I mentioned how much I love well-done outsider point of views? Seriously, they're awesome, and this is one of those cases. So, okay, no 5-0 yet, but I already like Jimmy a lot - he has this quirky humor that makes me look forward to his take on the 5-0 so much, so much. Can't wait for more, seriously.
“You don’t insult Rose in front of me. Are we clear on this?”
“Yes. Yes, absolutely. Totally clear” said Jimmy “Jesus, Dave, I’m sorry I insulted your true love or whatever. Could you move the gun please?”
Dave stared at him for another few seconds before taking the gun away, like he hadn’t already got the point. No insulting the fantasy girlfriend. Understood loud and clear, won’t be doing that again. And likewise won’t be insulting Katy Perry, Freddie Mercury, or Marmite. Especially Marmite. Which really left only one safe topic for discussion.
“So can we go over the plan again? If you don’t mind.”
“The plan is the same as the last time you asked. It’s really very simple” said Dave “At 1am we light the flares to show the plane where to drop the crate. The crate contains high quality counterfeit dollars. If you steal any, I will shoot you. If you look like you’re thinking of stealing any, I will shoot you. And please note that I haven’t specified where I will shoot you so feel free to use your imagination on that one. Assuming I haven’t shot you, we put the crate on the truck, we drive to the warehouse. I get paid, you get to keep your kneecaps and then we all go home.”
“That’s great Dave. Really.”
Possibly Jimmy should have been paying more attention to the speech. But he’d heard it a few times now and the absolute paralysing terror he’d felt at the first rendition had settled into a sort of plateau of petrified boredom. Besides, there were other things happening, things that in the grand scheme of tonight’s plan were probably more important.
“The thing is Dave, if we’re supposed to light the flares at 1am, why can I hear a plane now? And if we’re lighting flares, who’s lit the bonfire?”
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