Re: Let the Light In - Gregory
"Well you just call me William fucking Parnassus. Willie P, iffin ya be." Gregory exclaimed halfway between to himself and to Sharn. "These boys got themselves some highly illegal, HIGHLY suspect hardware there Boss. That's too coincidental for my likin' yes indeed you better believe it. Dem rounds too special for pert little bastards like them. Those are specialized iffin ya ken, which I know you too trig not to know." Gregory muses with a conciliatory gesture to Sharn, as if trying to excuse his rudeness. Gregory seemed to slip in this strange and almost archaic dialect during times of excitement. It was fast, choppy, and had wrong strains on the wrong syllables, it was the verbal equivalent of dragging ones nails across a chalkboard. A small laps into a habit of trying to unnerve any who heard it. And those who weren't accustomed to such flights of fancy, would find it at the very least, unsettling.
"Looks like they, or their boss, was an expectin' sort. The kind of expectin' sort that's all too familiar with what goes bump in the night, aye so says I, I do." Hooking the fingers into the upper jaw of the be-suited corpse, he began hauling the body out, head first as if it were a particularly bothersome bag of garbage. Looking back to Sharn he gives off what could be considered a boyish grin, "Don't 'chu worry none Boss. I ain't too trig, but I'll get it done. Then those boys'll be, see you later alligator, after a while crocodile, don't forget to write." This last bit was said in a dead monotone with almost an electric tinge to it.
If anyone who didn't know him heard this, they would think Gregory mad. In truth it was something far worse. Gregory had the sanity and the perverse nature to revel in being a bur to societal correctness.
Get his tools, he would. His nice snikt-snikt tools. The bolt cutters would work nice, chain and locks to seal doors. Oh yes it was gonna be some fun times coming up he thought as he made his way to drop the would be spy's carcas where it needed to go. "A right fine night, cully." Gregory said nastily to the corpse, some of its front teeth now ripped away from the rough handling.
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