Snippet #13480

Grave Digger was rudely awoken from an oh so pleasant nightmare by the barely audible sounds of footsteps on grimey shag carpeting. He jolted up from the wall he was resting against and rushed at the intruder with animal like intensity. His attack was rewarded when he and the intruder slamed into the wall with a resounding thud and he heard the sound of every ounce of air rush out of the stranger's lungs.

Satisfied that his assault went exactly as planned he grabbed the black clothed man by the collar of his shirt and pushed him several inches up the wall. "Yeh got sum kinda nerve bargin' in my house at night." He said cooly, with murderous intent dripping from his voice. He leaned close enough for the intruder to smell the horrible stench of decaying teeth and tobacco on his breath. "You got some business with me boy?"

Between bouts of coughing and gasping for breath the messenger managed to squeak out "Boss *cough*... Boss, mission * wheeze*"

"Oh" Mudd said with a hint of surprise in his voice, "Well why didn't yew say that sooner." He let the man slide back onto the floor but still kept him against the wall. The messenger struggled to get a piece of paper of his pocket and hand it to the Grave Digger. "What do you 'spect me to do with this? Blow my fuckin' nose or somthin'? GOD DAMNIT BOY DON'T PATRONIZE ME, FUCKIN' READ IT!" For added emphasis he shoved the note back into the messengers face with more than necessary force.

After the messenger read the note Mudd struck a look of pure concentration, or maybe he was just debating weither or not to end this poor cowards life. "Aight, tell the Boss I'll do it. But next time act like a normal fucker and use the door, hows that sound eh?" He lightly tapped the mans cheek with an open palm and walked out into the bright light of the hallway.