Tell Laura Numeroff I am SO Sorry...

Disclaimer: See
chapters 1 and 2. That will give me even
more hits…bwuahahahahaha!

A/N: The madness
continues…

If you offer a gunman a confession, it is usually an
ill-disguised offer for something else.

But subtleties like that are usually lost on blonds.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> However, comments like, “You’re really good
at your trade,” …

When you overanalyze naïveté, you are usually in for
sleepless nights.

Which means you are going to need a
cigarette.

Or five.

And smoking requires alcohol.

Don’t ask.

It just does.

Drinking tends to make you stupid, which means you end up
inviting the gunman to share.

And because you have already gotten a head start, it’s hard
to determine if you mean to share the alcohol…or something else.

This usually creates a lot of tension.

When you have that much tension in the room, even the gunman
can’t help but notice.

Because it’s really hard to hide an
erection.

When the gunman notices, he is going to want to know why, because
gunmen plied with alcohol get curious about things like that.

And when the gunman gets curious, you start to panic.

Because he wasn’t supposed to get curious.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was supposed to leave.

But when you panic, you usually don’t think before you speak.

Which means you end up making a few changes
to the phrase, “Fuck off.”

But all this does is make the
gunman blush.

And when a gunman blushes about something like that, you are
going to want to know why.

Because priests are perverts like that.

And when you offer a gunman a confession…it is usually an
ill-disguised offer for something else.

A/N: Seriously,
people, this is the last one. I
swear. Really.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Unless you want more.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And when you give an author a plot bunny…