Eric couldn't see the edge of the property through the thick morning fog. It's almost always foggy in LA in the morning, but nobody from outside the city knows it. The guys were waiting to install the alarm system. Eric's job was to watch them install it, make sure they didn't hotwire the house. He figured he'd be left to do this in peace, but then the boss showed up with a shopping bag full of handguns. They were lumped together, like fruit.

"Go find that button and do him up. This feather bedding shits going to blow this thing wide open and I don't want him talking once the heat is on." Eric hesitated, "Which button Boss?" "Jesus Eric do I have to spell it out...Doug Hole. Eric flinched. "Doug Hole! Doug Hole I invented, he is on the ghost payroll, I made him up - he doesn't exist. Who told you it was Doug Hole?"

The boss' face went a little rabid. "Where the f*ck have you been? The pooch is due for full litter on Tuesday and you're sitting here tan and a dapper? I haven't slept for three days over this mess. One of our products fell off the truck and was acquired by a poor single mother and her unfortunate five year old. The kid got sick and his mother went crying to the nearest consumer rights group."

" You want an antacid boss ? Those perogies we ate are killing me too," said Forty Acres as he gestured toward the Lincoln town car that had just been parked in the driveway.
"Yeah, yeah, good, f*cking perogies, Jesus what the f*ck were we thinking?"
"Not sure boss" said Eric," the guys are ready to start the job, should we pull the trigger?"
The boss cracked up"Thats f*cking hysterical Eric, pull the trigger. Let me get the antacid first."