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[force_a_nature]

Babe, I'm gettin' bored here. That whatcha really want?

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[bring_the_beatdown]

Dude. We should go find it. You ever seen a million dollars of cold hard cash because I sure haven't.

[force_a_nature]

No, but that damn sure would help Ma. Would mean not living month to month for her.

[bring_the_beatdown]

We could buy our Ma's a penthouse. And a driver ta take her wherever she wants.

[Such momma's boys these two.]

[force_a_nature]

A place near Fenway. With box seats. I mean, no reason not to enjoy a game with her, right?

Imagine the wardrobe we could get her.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Yeah. I mean we get vacation time for a reason ya know? And we can get her a really swank car.

[force_a_nature]

Which, of course, we can drive when we're in Boston, of course.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Oh yeah. Of course. Maybe take it to some clubs. Show the ladies a good time.

[force_a_nature]

Why the hell is this bein’ talked about and not done?!

[bring_the_beatdown]

Uh... cuz we ain't done the part where we find the room fulla money.

We should do that part.

[force_a_nature]

Right. So... Who do we get that from? Got any bright ideas?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Uh.. Spy? Spy might have a room full of money.

Or the Administrator. She's got boatloads of cash.

[force_a_nature]

You know she's gotta be sittin' on piles of it.

[bring_the_beatdown]

She probably has a chair made of hundred dollar bills.

Soooo ... how we gonna get her away from her room of money?

[force_a_nature]

Way I see it. You provide a distraction, and I'll grab the money!

[bring_the_beatdown]

Wait, why am I risking my neck as a distraction. How do I know you'll even share it with me when you get all the phat loot?

[force_a_nature]

Y'got my word on it?

[Okay, he knew that wasn't going to fly.]

Because y'know where to find me? Maybe?

[bring_the_beatdown]

No way.

That's not good enough man. We need someone else to be a distraction so we can go get the money ourselves.

[force_a_nature]

Okay. I can see that.

Who can we set up to work as distraction without havin' to give them a cut?

[bring_the_beatdown]

So the way I see it, we need someone kinda dumb, who won't ask any questions.

Maybe we could convince....

[His eyes go huge and he grins as he gets the best idea.]

Soldier. We just tell 'im that she hired a buncha commies and they're over there somewheres. He'll go looking for 'em and then BAM, that's when we strike. When she's dealing with his fight for America and shit.

[force_a_nature]

Yeah, that's why we're not good at it. All those questions.

[He wouldn't deny that, knowing just how much he ran his mouth and didn't doubt this BLU scout wasn't just the same.

A slow smile curved his mouth.]

Oh that's... perfect! She'll never have a chance to slow him down. Least not until we're sittin' on a pile o'cash.

[bring_the_beatdown]

He probably wouldn't even want the money anyways. It's probably unamerican to make a couch out of bundles of money. Pft. Loser.

[force_a_nature]

Y'know, some days? I think he's from a different America than we are. In Boston everyone would be all for the money, but hey, least we won't have t'worry about him.

[bring_the_beatdown]

He must be. Maybe he's from Kansas or something. Or an alternate dimension.

Hey! Maybe he's an alien and he's from a planet named America that's all different.

[force_a_nature]

Isn't that the same thing?

That makes sense!

[bring_the_beatdown]

It is. Any place that's not Boston is pretty much a foreign country.