Not one,two.
Shit.
They were almost identical, both crafted from weathered dark wood. They both had two drawers
with brass hardware and even the damn chairs that accompanied them looked practically the same.
Neither were overly large pieces of furniture, either would be small enough for Snod to easily carry
out on his own. He actually considered dragging both of them out to the truck, but he didn’t think it
would all fit.
He could only take one, but which one was Frankie’s?
Snod quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and beeped in. “Rees. It’s Snod. We have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” Rees’ voice crackled back.
“There are two desks.”
“What the fuck do you mean there are two?”
“More than one. Less than three. There are two fucking desks.”
“Well, huh, isn’t that a kick in the sack.”
“What the fuck, Rees?” Snod hissed furiously. “Which one is it? They look the fucking same.”
Silence.
“Rees? What the fuck!” Snod kept frantically beeping the walkie-talkie, wanting nothing more than to
smash Hello Kitty’s cute little face into the floor. The plastic beast seemed to be mocking him. He
waited for several more minutes, but there was still no reply.
Snod quickly pulled the rope out of his way, knowing he had to make a decision. Police could be
patrolling the area, and they would definitely spot the obscenely suspicious ice cream truck outside.
The chair that matched the smaller desk on the left was upholstered in red cloth. It wasn’t as fancy as
the other one, simpler and sleeker. He decided to go for that one. Red did seem to be Frankie’s color,
and his gut told him that this was the one. He heaved the chair up over his shoulder and began
preparing to start dragging the desk behind him.
He promptly bumped into some sort of purple shadowy monster, yelping in surprise and dropping the
chair. He swung to strike whatever it was in front of him, freezing when he heard Rees’ voice
shouting, “Slow your fuckin’ roll, fuck! It’s me!”
“What the hell are you doing!” Snod snarled, wishing he could strangle the infuriating little man.
“Batteries died in the walkie-talkie!” Rees explained.
