"Here's your unconscious boss over my shoulder."
"Stop casing the place."
"Fine. Mind if I put her down? She's kind of heavy."
"Sure."
"Okay, here, catch!"
"Man, why are you throwing my unconscious boss at me?"
"I told you, she was heavy."
"But you threw her. At me. Like a rag doll."
"Yeah, well. You know how it is."
"No...no I don't, and that fucking hurt."
"Just say you got it while she was throwing herself at you."
"That was just bad. Besides, I never liked her much anyway. I think I'll WALK ALL OVER HER FACE."
"You're not going to shoot me?"
"Nahh...she was a bitch."
"So....uh....why is she unconscious anyway?"
"Yeah...see...well, about that..."
"What?"
"Well, it's kind of ackward."
"You can tell me."
"Well, truth is, I was casing the joint...you guys really made it too easy. I mean, just look what the guards upstairs were up to."
"What the..."
"And this."
"Lydia? She told me she was through with Jerome!"
"And...well, this."
"Oh those fucking assholes! They always have the damn orgies when I'm not on duty at the landing pad."
"You sure those instructions to stay off the landing pad were for me?"
"Fuck you man, just fuck you. Anyway, you snuck past their little love fest, what next?"
"After that I hacked into your security cameras, and, well...I saw this."
"What? Oh come on, that's all blurry and shit."
"Dude, it's your security system."
"Yeah, well, that's true, it does kind of suck...but these could be doctored or pulled from the web."
"Fine, you don't believe me? I snuck in and took a closer-up picture."
"Whoa....she is HOT...how'd you get so close?"
"Dude, she is such a screamer..."
"But...wait....none of that explains why she's unconscious."
"Well, you see. I needed that harrier, so I used the pictures I took as blackmail."
"Okay, so?"
"Well, I bluffed and said that I could..you know, release the pictures over the net at any time...through a deadman's switch in my cybernetics."
"And?"
"Well...I kind of faked a heart attack."
"Hahaha...she flipped out, didn't she?"
"Well...yeah..."
"Fortunately I got her down before she killed herself."
"But...her head...ceiling...no rope...."
"Dude, I have NO idea."
"I walked on that head....my god! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
"It's okay man. You didn't know. Here, I've got a tranq dart, just calm down, okay?"
"Oh god...oh god oh god oh god...oh...god..."
"Shhhh...just sleep...everything will be okay in the morning."
"Really?"
"No...but you're going to be too doped up to care when the cops come."
"Whuh..uh?"
"Exactly. Sleep well, my little scapegoat. Sleep well."
