[Silence passes and for a second, the three stare at Greed's still form.] "Shit - if I'd known it'd be that fuckin' easy - " [The older man calms, his bloated cheek deflating as a splatter of tobacco shoots out onto the floor.] "Not f'er nothin', but the next one we find, try not to piss in y'er pants."
[But as they talk, a wicked red flickers. A twitching skitter sounds off. Greed's claws move in a quick-jerk motion, like someone who's just had an electrical shock to the system. His body slowly raises from the wall, a faint trail of smoke wafting from his bowed-down head. His left hand opens up, cradling his neck. Then he twists, it snaps, and he groans out a sigh:] Ah- that hurt.
[Salt. They had forgot the salt. And now it's game, set: match.]
2/2
[But as they talk, a wicked red flickers. A twitching skitter sounds off. Greed's claws move in a quick-jerk motion, like someone who's just had an electrical shock to the system. His body slowly raises from the wall, a faint trail of smoke wafting from his bowed-down head. His left hand opens up, cradling his neck. Then he twists, it snaps, and he groans out a sigh:] Ah- that hurt.
[Salt. They had forgot the salt. And now it's game, set: match.]