i stooped to his level making sure to rest my elbows on my thighs so he could see my dangling gun.
man 1: you know why you're here?
man 2: i know why you think i'm here.
man 1: will you see daylight again?
man 2: is that the same as "is the glass half empty-slash-full" ?
man 1: no.
man 2: then, when did the sun go down?
man 1: did it go down?
man 2: no.
man 1: you will die here.
man 2: a piece of you might leave with me.
man 1: most of me is already gone.
both men managed to remain oddly calm, regardless of such a charged atmosphere.
man 3: who are you?
man 2: how much does that matter?
man 3: you're in my basement. i'd say quite a bit.
man 1: maybe you should leave.
man 2: i'd agree.
man 3: this is my house.
man 1: this is a canvas.
man 2: do not become the art.
man 3: i love art.
man 1 shot man 3.
woman 1: honey, what was that sound?
man 1: art.
woman 1: honey, are you okay, you sound different.
man 2: don't come down stairs.
woman 1: who are you men?
man 1: Art and Paint.
woman 1: such odd names. were your parents artists?
man 1: i have a gun.
man 2: your husband is dead.
woman 1: that wasn't my husband. i'll leave you boys to play.
man 1: you will die here.
man 2: when did the sun go down?
man 1: it didn't.
man 2: half full?
man 1: no, i just took some of yours.
man 2: gluttony is a sin.
man 1: so is murder.
man 2: so is murder.
man 1: brief me when i get there.
man 1 shot man 2.
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