"Do you have my "fairies"???" whispered the guy "Are you Arn, the friend of Mr. B.?"
"No. It's me. What happened in that party, have you been there?" Said the other one.
"No, no I... cannot. I cannot. Sorry... My fairies..."
"You are useless. Mr. B. must let you die."
"No, please, Sheri... No, I just need...Mr. B lost... grgglgrlgrl"
Blood came out from his mouth.
"You are useless." Said the elegant gentleman, pulling out a dagger from the chest of the junkie.
He went to the car.
Silence.
BOOM
The corpse of the junkie stood up.
He stared at me.
"I AM NO NUMBER TWO".
Impossible.
Quack.
Silence.