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[Scene:
a nervous-looking older man meets with a snake people in a darkened alley.]
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Snake People:
what's the target?
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Man:
I don't know if I want to do this.
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Snake People:
people don't come to us until they've made up their minds.
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Man:
Alright. Styrofoam cups.
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Snake People:
Six months and they're gone.
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Man:
Can snake people really kill styrofoam cups?
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Snake People:
we can kill anything, but not cheaply.
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Man:
I can pay. I work for a plasti-
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Snake People:
I don't need to know and frankly I don't care. One of us will deliver a routing number to a Zurich account. Two billion euros, then we start.
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Man:
Al..alright.
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Snake People:
It will be your last chance to reconsider. Once the money is processed you'll have no contact with us again.
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Man:
I understand. It has to be done.
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Snake People:
Then it's sealed. The cups will join chain restaurants and diamonds in the void.
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Man:
Thank..thank you.
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Snake People:
We don't require thanks. Participation is its own trophy.


