Jill: You’ve complained repeatedly that it’s not fair. That they changed the rules on you and never told you.
Kendrick: Of course they did. Would I have walked away if I knew that I would forfeit all of that money? You know me. The only reason I was there was the insane profit potential.
Jill: Okay. I can attest to your rather base motivations, but I also know these guys aren’t idiots. They had to see what you were capable of. Your reputation is pretty accurate at this point.
Kendrick: I guess they are about to get something they didn’t expect because I won’t be kicked to the curb like some flunkie.
Jill: Stay calm, here. Please. You can’t do anything to make this situation more volatile.
Kendrick: I would go with the word ‘violent’, but I get your point. I can’t just hide out and mope. I have to earn.
Jill: You telling me you have nothing squirreled away? This type of scenario has to have crossed your mind. You’ve made enemies, Ken. Literal, beat-down, long-ass -memory-type enemies. You have to lay low and plan out your next move, with a cool head.
Kendrick: I appreciate the advice. I do. You are a true friend and you know I can count them on one hand. I am going to let it marinate.
Jill: Marinate? You worry me when you resort to food metaphors.
Kendrick: It will be alright. I’m mentally tough and I have a respectable weapons cache prepped for the inevitable.
Jill: Death is the inevitable here.
Kendrick: I do have a will, so let’s wait and see what tomorrow brings.
Jill: Waiting for the inevitable. I only hope I’m not around when they catch up to you.
Kendrick: It’s not a goodbye, Jill. Just a goodnight.
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