so we sat there, watching Ocean's Eleven. we just witnessed a perfect job done. planned and executed brilliantly. picture perfect. irony of it all was that, it wouldn't be such a fab job. it was rather, disastrous. yup. oh yeah. it seemed like as it went through the tube, the whole effect would be twisted. whole way through. eleven eh? freakily, there are eleven (or so) of us. gee.
ah well, no point ranting. i'm not gonna point fingers. except myself. ha. but let it be. we have one more day to redeem ourselves. the final job. ready to finish this ladies? i know i am. let's go.
ladies and gentlemen, to entertain ourselves tonight, we'll be playing russian roulette. 1 bullet, 6 shots. the lucky winner will get a bullet through the head. so let's get this started and let's see who's lucky number one (to be shot) !
it's me.
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