“What’s that?” I said.
“I’m gonna go to a fancy bar and get drunk on the finest whiskey money can buy.”
I nodded.
The second guy said, “I’m gonna get me some pussy. Been a long time since I’ve had pussy.”
I handed all three of them another hundred dollars and said, “Now all three of you can get drunk and get some pussy.”
The third one said, “I’m a woman, you dumb shit.”
One of the others said, “Mm hmm, you right, Agnes. He is a dumb shit.”
I was about to apologize, but my cell phone rang. I waved goodbye to my new friends and climbed back in the car to take the call.
“Mr. Creed … I’ve got … some … good news … and some … bad news.”
“Hi, Victor,” I said. “Bad news first.”
“The social … experi … ment has … run its … course,” he said.
“I’m okay with that,” I said. I’d known it was just a matter of time before we got to a bunch of leads that were already dead. “What’s the good news?”
“I’ve got … another … idea … that is … in … credi … ble and … I want … you to … partici … pate.”
“Is there money in it for me?”
“Lots.”
“Will this interfere with your plans for world conquest?”
“It might … delay … them some … but it … will be … fasci … nating. In fact … it is … the most … amazing … thing … you will … ever hear … in your … life!”
“I’m listening,” I said.
He told me.
And when I heard it, I had to agree.
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