The hit man

Get in there.

I'd rather not.

C'mon.

Can't you go?

Well, technically we both are. We both live in this walnut you call a brain.

Walnut? What am I? A brontosaurus?

Apatosaurus.

What?

They're called apata---Never mind. Gun loaded?

Yeah, its loaded, but I've never done this before.

Well, we owe a lot of money. Who told you to bluff on a pair of sixes?

You did.

Heh. Yeah. But now we're in the hole. And it won't be easy to climb out with a pair of broken legs. Hey, thats kind of funny. Pair of legs for a pair of sixes. Write that down.

Look, can we focus please?

You're right. This guy isn't going to kill himself.

......But what if he did?

.....What?

What if he killed himself?

Hey, yeah. Get your pad out.

(scribble)

Done.

What did you write?

"No one likes you."  Then I drew a picture of him.

Add stink lines.

Too rough.

Yeah. Too much.

Slip it under the door.

(knock knock)

Run!

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Now what?

Wait I guess.

Yeah.

Is there a Waffle House nearby?

I think there's one of the highway

Thats a Cracker Barrel.

Are you sure? With the rocking chairs?

When in your life have you seen rocking chairs at a Waff---

(BLAM!)

Oh, shit. Was that a gun shot?

Sure was.

Get the room key. Hey, that was really cool how you charmed that girl at the counter for the key. You're really cool.

.....I wish you said that more.

Then I will.

Thanks. Ok, in we go.

Aww! He blew his jaw off! Is that fatal?

He looks dead to me.

Poke him. Get a stick.

"Get a stick?" Where? From the garden?

Y'know what? You're not cool anymore......He shit himself.

What?

Shit. In his pants. He's dead.

What have we wrought?

Dunno. Maybe the stink lines were too much.

We didn't draw the stink lines.

Oh. yeah.

Well...mission accomplished, I guess. Lets get some food.

I wanna go to Waffle House. They have that golf tee game.

Thats Cracker Barrel!

HERE WE GO AGAAAIN!