Gab & Mark

Gab  : Hey

Mark: Oh no.

Gab  : No man...don't go. We got business. Despite the fact that you don't care, the plane's going to fly. And if it doesn't. I'm going to shoot you in the right foot. Because you'll work better as a cripple. And even if that wasn't true, I'd be too pissed off with you so I would shoot you in the foot anyways. Now as you know, my aim is not like my younger days. So I might miss your foot and shoot you in the head instead. Now you listen to me, or I might get too pissed so I just shoot you.



Mark: There's such a vastness between us.  But I sense your urgency.

Gab  : Get to work.


Mark: You're a man of so many words.

Gab  : Fuck it Mark. Get to it.


Mark: I can't get to it if Wardent isn't here. Where is he?

Gab  : Probably fucking Jellycuz.


Mark: No really. I need him on this. Is he dead?

Gab  : I don't think you understand my threats very well.

Mark: Yes yes you going to shoot me. So what, people get shot everyday. But I'm scared the plane won't fly. Or it'll crash.

Gab : So can we please start working.

Mark: Need Wardent.


Gab : This is the most circular conversation I've had in ages.


Mark:Yeah I love you too.

Gab  :Ok. I'm busy locating Wardent now...give me a minute.


Mark:Hurry it up.

Gab  :Or what?


Mark:Or I'm going to shoot you.

Gab  :That circular thing I was speaking of...
          Ok. Got a lead. Wardent is in fact dead. Chilling with Hades on the other side. He won't be back
         until...in two hours time. We'll have to start without him. Any ideas?


Mark:Well I can run some tests on the paper gel.

Gab : I'm going to go get lunch.

Mark:I noticed that sense of Gab-urgency earlier...was that...

Gab  : Hunger.