I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

"...I may or may not have lost some merchandise," he said reluctantly.

"How in the world did you do that?" He asked, trying to hide his snickers.

"Shut the fuck up--I was set up!" he howled.

"Oh, exciting!" He exclaimed. "Do tell!"

"Well, they gave me a briefcase, right?" he began gruffly, "Well, I carried it to where it needed to be--100% safe and secure. Only, the boss opens it later--no merchandise. They think I stole Toxic property. I didn't look inside the case once, but I sure as hell didn't take my eyes off it--someone got to it before me."

"And now you have to pay." He replied, then he smiled. "Are they going to kill you if you don't?"

"What do you think?!" he grunted.

He smiled cruelly and handed Thaddeus the money he needed.

"You owe me a year of service." He told him.

"A year for ten grand?!" he exclaimed. "You gave me five hundred for one day!"

"I changed my mind." He said cheerily. "Besides, I won't need you everyday; you'll have days off."

He glared at Faust.

"What am I going to do about the other ninety grand?!"

"Well, that'd be ten years wouldn't it?" He pointed out.

Thaddeus let of a frustrated yell.

"All you're getting out of me is one year, tops!!"

He chuckled.

"I know. A man can hope, though~"

Surprised Faust had caved that easily, he smirked.

"So, one hundred grand for a year of service?" He held out his hand for Faust to shake.

He grabbed Thaddeus and pulled him into a hug.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, my dead Thaddeus~"

Thaddeus shoved him off immediately, though he didn't try to hurt him again.

"...Fuck you, you creep. I wouldn't do this if I had a choice."

"Will you really~?" He asked dreamily, referring to the first statement.

He slapped the hat off of Faust's head in a rather bitchy manner.

He frowned.

"No need to be rough with my hat. With everything else on my body it's fine, though~" He purred.

"I'll be sure to only beat the shit out of your hat," he replied, unamused.

Faust bent over and picked up his hat, shoving his hand through. He pulled out wads of cash.

"I hope you don't mind stolen money. It's all I can do on short notice."

"Stolen from where?" he asked, immediately pocketing the money anyway.

He shrugged.

"Probably a bank somewhere."

He grinned.

"Like I give a fuck."