S: I am SO glad you are here!
J: Did you make me a coffee or what?
S: No… I did put the kettle on though. And then I got all OCD about leaving a trail.
J: Trail of… evidence that you made coffee?
S: Yes. It would show a lack of remorse. Detachment.
J: Babe… I think you passed that point a while back.
S: True that. I will make coffee. Smoke? Compliments of the blonde behind the couch.
J: Yes. OoH.. I love Marlboro.
S: Right. Coffee, cigarettes and clean up. Cool?
J: S. Focus. I want a cup of damn coffee before we get all Dexter in this place?
S: I dont think Dexter drank coffee…
J: *walks past S and steps over a body to get to the kitchen* S… why is there a finger in your sink?
S: I was testing the cleaver. It works like a BOMB. That little bugger came clean off..
J: You are way too excited about all this.
S: Uhm. That is because it was exciting….?
J: … is that a toaster?
S: Yeah. .. and the frying pan. We were having dinner… and, it all went a bit pear shaped…
J: Death by kitchen appliances …
S: Oh.. no no… the blonde and the big buff bloke, I dropped a sedative or six in their drinks. Just makes things easier, you know?
J: I’m sorry.. I’m still stuck on the toaster.
S: I know, right? Who would have thought…
J: Right Bear. Let’s do this.
S: Sweet… got the plastic?
J: Yes babe, and a lot of it. You got the bathroom prepped?
S: Hells yeah. Lets start with the dude with the crazy side burns.. ready, steady.. LIFT.