But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

....[He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't trust the kid yet.]

You want to divide it up now? Eight shares, but I'll hold onto the ones that aren't here.

[He, after all, has already proven he can hold onto it]

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah. Now.

[Forgetting the cuffs he almost folds his arms.]

...as soon as we get these things off. And from here on out, you keep em but in a place we'll all know about. You got the key and you'd know if someone was here. Got it?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Yank.]

Okay, okay. Above my refrigerator. Most of the time you have to get past the cat to get to it anyway.

[whitetwoguns]

So you'll know.

[Sorry for pulling him this way and that, but not that much.]

Fine. Now gimme the saw. I'll take care of the cuffs.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Are you kidding? He just slams his hand on the kitchen counter]

I'll do it. Hand on the counter, White.

[whitetwoguns]

I want both of em when you're through.

[He'll play. Worst case scenario, Pink is sloppy and one hand is out of commission. One of them is ambidextrous. The other man is on his own.

Hand on the counter, flat and still.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink is a very very skilled thief. Of course he's ambidextrous. He begins to saw, methodically, at the chain.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He doesn't have much of an arm though for having amidexterous hands. Larry's watching. Waiting. Any second now. The metal isn't exactly scraping.]

Try harder.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He obliges]

It's not even dinting.

[whitetwoguns]

Let me.

[He's got a palm open for that saw, thanks.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He's about to, when the last pass...breaks the saw]

....oh what the fuck.

[whitetwoguns]

[Accusations of where Pink ever got such a cheap piece of equiptment end when Larry recognizes it as something that he and Mr. Orange picked up. Well. Fuck.]

Get a hammer then.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's under the sink.

[You're closer, White]

[whitetwoguns]

[Rummage, rummage one handed.]

I feel like there's a hidden camera and someone's really laughin' it up.

[Hammer located. And this one he'll try on is own, in case if Pink hasn't guessed by the way he's adjusting it to strike already.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink curls his hand into a fist and braces himself.

Please don't hit him]

[whitetwoguns]

[First touch of the head of the hammer to the metal is a tap, testing. One and a two and a---CLUNK. No one's hurt. Yet.]

Huh.

[Not a dent. So he'll try again.]

Watch it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Don't break my hand, White.

[whitetwoguns]

Quit your bellyaching. I'm not gonna break your hand.

[Yet. Though it's tempting. Pink is one agitating motherfucker. He's gotta know that.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm just saying.

[No one knows why Pink didn't just try to say, pick the lock]