It was a fine bright day when three strapping young men - well, one strapping young men, the other two are rather old, come to think of it - decided to steal a fucking shark. They weren't entirely sure why anyone was interested in this particular shark, disgusting and rotten as it was - dégueulasse, I think the French would say - but it seemed like something of a lark and there were interesting people who were prepared to pay a great deal for the pleasure of having a rotten shark of their own. Some people have no taste, you see.
The singular strapping you man had to do all of the work, of course, because he was the only one who bothered to do any prior planning, and the other two lurked around tapping away on gadgetry from a comfortable reclining position. They probably enjoyed cake and fine wines, the cads, while the strapping young man heroically wrestled the shark into submission and delivered it unto our benefactor's silver-lined hands.
Talking of which, your little mark worked a treat. [ He flexes his hand, glancing down at the skin that's now completely smooth and unmarked. ] You have my thanks.
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[ Rupert delicately clears his throat. ]
It was a fine bright day when three strapping young men - well, one strapping young men, the other two are rather old, come to think of it - decided to steal a fucking shark. They weren't entirely sure why anyone was interested in this particular shark, disgusting and rotten as it was - dégueulasse, I think the French would say - but it seemed like something of a lark and there were interesting people who were prepared to pay a great deal for the pleasure of having a rotten shark of their own. Some people have no taste, you see.
The singular strapping you man had to do all of the work, of course, because he was the only one who bothered to do any prior planning, and the other two lurked around tapping away on gadgetry from a comfortable reclining position. They probably enjoyed cake and fine wines, the cads, while the strapping young man heroically wrestled the shark into submission and delivered it unto our benefactor's silver-lined hands.
Talking of which, your little mark worked a treat. [ He flexes his hand, glancing down at the skin that's now completely smooth and unmarked. ] You have my thanks.