But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[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]