"Dude,
where's my car seat? - Oh."
(This is based
on a true story; at least, one that was on the Internet about somebody getting
their back seat stolen, then returned. No, I don't know why, either.)
"See, I told you. The back seat of a car can be used to
immobilize somebody long enough for them to get stabbed."
"Don't rub it in. Here's your twenty."
"Pleasure doing
business with you. Can we go now?"
"We have to get rid of the back seat,
first."
"Why?"
"Look around; this is a pretty classy apartment. The back seat to a car would look out of
place here, you know?"
"True.
Should we burn it?"
"Too much
attention."
"Bring it back to our place?"
"Look, tall dark and evil will be getting out
of Trauma one of these days, and I think that he noticed the back seat, given
that we smothered him with it. Let's not
keep evidence around."
"Well, I don't know what to tell you... wait a
second. Oh, that'd be funny."
"What?"
"Let's give it back."
"What, to the talking monkey that we stole it
from?"
"Sure.
Well, not back back; just a quick
cleaning and leave it by her car. They
always try to park them in about the same place and it's not like it'd be hard
to find."
"Give me a break. I went to some personal risk to steal that
back seat, just because it called to me..."
"You were bored."
"...and, besides, we're demons. Why would we want to just go out and return a
stolen back seat?"
"Exactly."
"... Oh.
Yeah, that's the sort of lame crap that those losers would do,
huh?"
"Exactly."
"Right, then. I just hope nobody sees us do this..."
"Because that way they might realize that we
bumped off a particularly annoying boss?"
"Well, yes, that too. But I was thinking of the hit to our
reputations."