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[and another Benny steps in the room, cigarette coolly in hand] "You guys look like you're having the most fun in the room, mind if I join this conversation?"

bigtopcat:

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bigtopcat:

platinumcheckers:

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‘’ What in the damn is going on here?’’


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“You got a nice reply goin’ on but, not the answer I was looking for, Mr. Platinum…” No bells were ringing here. 

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‘’ baby i’m seeing all sorts of ghosts here.
Is this a joke?– If not, how did you get that suit?’’

“Ever hear of conscience, big cat?” Leaving it simple as that, he takes a drag of his cigarette. “Or did you officially snub me and the halo ass-kisser out your thick skull when you took out the Singer?” 

Yes, even shoulder angels could feel things. And it was no lie this second Benny couldn’t stand that ‘third Benny’ that used to lurk on the left shoulder. That damned guy always told him to do what was right, what was more logical in the sense of achieving good karma. While Benny successfully took out that angelic ass-kisser there was no reason why the devil–this, more incorrect shoulder angel to find reasons to build up once more.

Slowly, he walks around the suite’s room. Observing the scenery and people that did not observe him. Benny had broads; babes of all sorts, drinks, music–he nodded to himself with satisfaction. And to think Bingo wanted to stay Nomadic and that Singer wanted to be nostalgic

“Looks like The Tops is runnin’ smooth after all, Ben-Man.” He exhaled the cigarette’s smoke, not particularly caring if it hit against the disturbed man. “Smooth like smooth little babies.”

Seeing himself smoke away made him reach for his pack of cigarettes, him being his conscience seemed a fair enough excuse. He must’ve been hallucinating, whatever Swank gave him, it seemed to work.

He placed his cigarette between his lips, following his conscience, grabbing his ‘lucky’ lighter to set it alight, ‘’ Singer? Baby, not a clue what you are talking about.’’ He grinned, standing next to the appearance, sure Benny forgot about the ‘correct side in the progress of years, But what made something correct, and what made something incorrect? After all, he always seemed to profit from it.

‘’ Right’, Hel-looo, of course it’s running smooth baby, what else did you expect from me?– A fridge filled with corpses?– Drugged up whokers? Nah-nah i decided to be original.’’ 

 

"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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