Violet & Daisy Page #2

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We're not here to clean

your bathtub up.

Organize your closet

or make you happy.

Really?

Yeah.

We're here to kill you.

Then there's no misunderstanding at all.

Do you mind if I have

a word with my partner?

Wait a sec.

Search him, Daze.

He's clean, Vi.

Come on then.

- This isn't go much like we pictured it, Vi.

- Yeah, I know.

I just wish it more like a normal job.

Now it's weird.

I never really talked to a job before.

This might be some kind of test.

Everything's a test,

when you're a career woman.

Damn right.

And those dresses aren't gonna

buy themselves.

- I got it!

- What?

- I know we could do!

- What?

Why don't we just go in there?

Blasting without thinking about it.

That way,

we don't have to think about it.

We don't even have to look either, because

we're never gonna miss it that distance.

It's a good plan, Daze.

A real good one!

- You think so?

- Totally.

Cool.

- Don't aim too high.

- Why not?

We don't want to

that little bird.

Oh, yea... good thinkin'.

Are you ready?

- Ready.

- Let's do it.

Who wants a snack?

Be careful they're hot.

Uhm... no thank you.

- Don't you like cookies?

- Yeah, but...

I feel kind of bad now.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Are those oatmeal?

Thanks, mister.

What's wrong?

Wait a minute,

did you put something in this?

Why are you looking at us funny?

No, no, no...

It just that you girls aren't

what I expect it.

We didn't picture you either.

Keeps life interesting I guess.

Do you have any milk?

I hate to interrupt

or anything, but...

don't you think you girls

are better be load?

Excuse me, but what is your deal?

I rather not discuss it.

- Why not?

- That's my business, that's why not.

What's the big...

I thought for sure they'd

send professionals.

They did!

Then why is it matter what

I don't want to discuss?

Wouldn't you be curious if you were us?

There's a place around the corner

if you need more ammo.

- We got ammo.

- Then let's get this show on the road.

Expecting company.

- What kind of company?

- Rather not say,

except to say we probably don't

wanna be here when they arrived.

- They? Who's "they"?

- Is this an interview or a hit?

Whatever man.

You got anymore cookies?

Maybe, maybe not.

How about this, if you shoot me,

I'll tell you where they are,

- and I'll throw in the recipe.

- How are you gonna do that dead?

- Start shooting and find out.

- Hardy har har.

Excuse me, I need to confer

with my colleague.

- Again?

- Yea, again.

Don't worry I won't move this time.

I'll be right here,

when you get back.

I know we gotta off this guy,

cos that's what we gotta do.

But I don't wanna do it until

I know why he wants us to do it.

I mean, something's wrong here.

What is this, Daze?

I mean a guy doesn't just up and hijacked

a truck chuck full of cash and cologne,

to get himself rub out.

There are other ways.

I want this guy's story, but getting it

would just make our job harder,

I mean it changes everything.

That's why they don't name any

other pigs on a sausage farm.

And for that reason, I don't think

we should talk to him anymore.

That's gonna be tough,

He's interesting.

He sure is.

How about those cookies? Oh man!

Have you ever had anything

like that in your whole life?

If we were rich,

and didn't have to kill him,

we could pay him, just to make

those cookies for us all the time.

Hell, what if the cookies are

just the tip of the iceberg?

What if he makes brownies?

We'd get so fat,

but it'd be so worth it.

Anyway,

let's just do it as we said before,

We just runnin' there blast him.

- You bring anymore ammo?

- No.

I thought you said

you have some more.

Nah, I just wanted to

sound pro and say I did.

It's not like we're facing

five or six jokers

who's shotgunned one of Chet's night club.

Besides, I was tryin' to

save up for the dresses.

Never get to hang of this.

There must've a time in your bucket

list that I wouldn't sweat it.

Where's that place again?

What place?

The place, where you said

we could get the bullet.

I thought you had some.

Well, I was mistaken.

I've got a pretty

good steak knife...

Just try to help.

You go out the front door,

you hook a right.

Then walk three blocks straight down,

its on this side of the street.

You can't miss it.

- I'll go Daze.

- Why can't I?

Because you look 12,

and I've an ID.

We might actually checked

in this part of town.

Just keep an eye on him while I'm gone,

and remember what I said.

Okay.

You guys need anything?

No, we're good.

So how long have you two been friends?

I'm not supposed to really talk

to you anymore, so...

Oh, wait!

I think you got a phone message.

But that's all I'm sayin',

now I'm gonna zip.

You have one new message.

This is really the last time,

I'm gonna say this to you.

Okay? or anything else...

I don't want you to send me

anything anymore, I don't...

I threw out those flowers.

You can't fix it.

And I'm really... done with you.

I don't want talk to you again,

I don't want to hear from you again.

I want you to leave me alone...

Me and Vi have been friends

for a pretty long time.

Maybe three years.

What?

You asked how long we've been

friends a minute ago.

Oh yes...

Alright.

- We met in a hospital.

- In a hospital?

Yea.

It was that dull hospital

over at Lexington, know it?

No.

We were doctors.

I mean, surgeons.

Violet tells me to say surgeons.

Working at the hospital never

gave me bad dreams, that's for sure.

Anyway, she's my best friend ever.

I'm kinda worry about her sometimes though.

Half the time, I wish I was more like her.

And then...

What?

I don't know.

She reminds me of my daughter.

Is that her on the phone machine?

But it's not important.

It is, but...

don't let it distract you.

- What's with that?

- What's with what?

The numbers you two have.

- This?

- Yes.

Oh, that's our rank.

Officially I'm killer number Nine

and Violet's killer number Eight.

And how do you move up?

Makin' hits.

Vi says it beats dead entries.

Who's number one?

No one ever seen him.

But he once killed three ninjas...

with a fingernail file.

Who's this?

There's a place about two blocks up from

you, it's look like a hardware store.

If it's closed, that's only

what the sign says.

Hold on, hold on, I gotta take a piss.

Oh what else is it...

How many times you must take

a piss and you gotta take a piss?

- Not every time

- Good spot here.

Every single time I gotta take

a piss, you gotta take a piss!

You're not supposed to look down when

you pee next to another man, ok?

- I'm not looking...

- You're lookin' down, I saw you look down!

- I'm looking at your face.

- My man, why are you looking at me all?

Dude you get me worried

about you sometimes.

Don't you know pee

etiquette man?

Let's hope she hurries.

What's the big deal?!

Who's comin' over?

It's not important.

It's not like I'm asking you to tell me

where you stashed that money or anything.

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