Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2007 13:41:17 GMT -5
Wednesday morning at the dock of the bay ain't what it used to be, at least not when Bobby Cairo is in town. Which bay are we talking about? Let's call it Chesapeake Bay down in Virginia. Cairo is meeting with one of his "black market" contacts, a "sanitation worker" from New Jersey named Joe Thurman, in regards to an electrified dog kennel. Those who know Cairo know that he does not own a dog, this is why Cairo had to keep it on the down low so that nobody would get suspicious. Cairo rolls into the loading area behind the petroleum factory in his Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano. Cairo exits the vehicle, touting his finely tailored Armani suit and his perfectly quaffed shoulder-length mane. Cairo checks his Rolex timepiece and notes that he is 37 seconds early for his scheduled meeting with Mr. Thurman. Cairo kills time by throwing rocks at seagulls. After exactly 37 seconds, Thurman pulls up in a 1971 Cadillac Eldorado. Thurman steps out of the car looking rather dapper in his Mafioso attire with cigar planted firmly in mouth.
Joe Thurman: Mr. Cairo, you're punctual as always I see. What's the matter, did the bagel shop close early? Hahahaha! I'm just fucking with you!
Thurman walks toward Cairo and extends his hand, which Cairo in turn shakes and then they do a little hug thing. It's quite sweet actually.
Bobby Cairo: This guy! This guy! He's always busting my balls!
Joe Thurman: So tell me, Cairo, what are you doing here? What is this shit I heard about a dog kennel?
Bobby Cairo: It's for Skyler Striker's daughter, Jade. She's been complaining about being shackled to the water heater for the past week and a half, you know how girls are!
Thurman flicks the cigar ashes into oblivion.
Joe Thurman: I know how that can be, I have several daughters with various women. In fact, some of them are your age, Cairo. Are you single?
Bobby Cairo: Sir, with all due respect, I'm not the marrying type. I'm sure your daughters are quite lovely, but I'm only into the sex.
Joe Thurman: I respect that, Cairo. In fact, I wish I had followed your philosophy...goddamn wife. Anyway, the dog kennel is currently being transported to your luxurious Connecticut mansion from the factory in Singapore. I should warn you that the electrification content is quite high, somewhere in the neighborhood 90,000 volts. Be careful you don't press your nuts against that sucker.
That news puts a smile on Cairo's face.
Bobby Cairo: Hahaha! I don't think I'll be hearing any more complaints from little Miss Jade! While you're at it, throw in a couple bags of that high-grade dog food, Purina or some shit. I'm a compassionate conservative, so I want Jade eating something more nutritious than just those damn TV dinners. Oh, and maybe a flea collar because she hasn't bathed since I've kidnapped her.
Joe Thurman: You got it, Cairo. Hey, look at that pelican over there taking a sip of water. He looks like one of them, what do you call it...Nazi drinkers! Yeah we got ourselves a Nazi drinker! Look at that, Cairo!
Cairo laughs out loud with his old friend Thurman while inside he's pondering, considering, but always pondering Skyler freakin' Striker, baby. And then he and Joe pick up some rocks and throw them at the "Nazi drinker" like a couple of kids on high in the old days.
Joe Thurman: Mr. Cairo, you're punctual as always I see. What's the matter, did the bagel shop close early? Hahahaha! I'm just fucking with you!
Thurman walks toward Cairo and extends his hand, which Cairo in turn shakes and then they do a little hug thing. It's quite sweet actually.
Bobby Cairo: This guy! This guy! He's always busting my balls!
Joe Thurman: So tell me, Cairo, what are you doing here? What is this shit I heard about a dog kennel?
Bobby Cairo: It's for Skyler Striker's daughter, Jade. She's been complaining about being shackled to the water heater for the past week and a half, you know how girls are!
Thurman flicks the cigar ashes into oblivion.
Joe Thurman: I know how that can be, I have several daughters with various women. In fact, some of them are your age, Cairo. Are you single?
Bobby Cairo: Sir, with all due respect, I'm not the marrying type. I'm sure your daughters are quite lovely, but I'm only into the sex.
Joe Thurman: I respect that, Cairo. In fact, I wish I had followed your philosophy...goddamn wife. Anyway, the dog kennel is currently being transported to your luxurious Connecticut mansion from the factory in Singapore. I should warn you that the electrification content is quite high, somewhere in the neighborhood 90,000 volts. Be careful you don't press your nuts against that sucker.
That news puts a smile on Cairo's face.
Bobby Cairo: Hahaha! I don't think I'll be hearing any more complaints from little Miss Jade! While you're at it, throw in a couple bags of that high-grade dog food, Purina or some shit. I'm a compassionate conservative, so I want Jade eating something more nutritious than just those damn TV dinners. Oh, and maybe a flea collar because she hasn't bathed since I've kidnapped her.
Joe Thurman: You got it, Cairo. Hey, look at that pelican over there taking a sip of water. He looks like one of them, what do you call it...Nazi drinkers! Yeah we got ourselves a Nazi drinker! Look at that, Cairo!
Cairo laughs out loud with his old friend Thurman while inside he's pondering, considering, but always pondering Skyler freakin' Striker, baby. And then he and Joe pick up some rocks and throw them at the "Nazi drinker" like a couple of kids on high in the old days.
