He chuckled, ignoring the comment about red and focusing on the prank. "They might have a heart attack if we fake one of our deaths, let's keep it a bit more innocent than that. I liked the intestine idea you had going on," he said, picking one off a nearby corpse and beginning the walk back to the hideout.<br/><br/>Before entering, he took the roll of cloth from earlier (which was now stored in one of his jean pockets) and tore a long strip off, tying it around himself in a concealed way and tucking the intestine into it to prevent his new clothes from getting dirty, while at the same time looking like it was falling out of his gut. He looked over at Sam, making sure she was ready, and pushed open the door, nonchalantly walking into the room. "Hey guys, sorry we're late; murder was traffic," he joked with a wide grin.