"We have our ways." Elvis replied. He turned towards his wife, subtly winking at her. Chrysler then advanced on Miles, draping her burqa over him. From the outside the burqa, you could see Miles' shape floating up towards her face. After many slurping and gagging sounds, you couldn't see his shape anymore.<br/><br/>"Was he satisfying?" Elvis asked.<br/><br/>"He hurts, he won't stop kicking. But he was sweet."<br/><br/>"Well take your time." Elvis pulled out a small phone from his pocket. "Ergo, we've secured the package, I'll send you our coordinates."<br/><br/>"Tell me," came a hoarse voice from the other end. "Are the walls wood or stone?"<br/><br/>"It's stone, Ergo."<br/><br/>Loud screaming can be heard from the other end. "DAMN IT!"<br/><br/>"It'll be fine Ergo. Just ignore the pain."<br/><br/>"Ohhh like it's that easy! Just the ignore the pain! Ha ha! Ignore the pain Ergo!"<br/><br/>"Just hurry it up then. I don't know."<br/><br/>After some more loud screaming, Elvis hung up the phone. "Chrysler, make sure no one walks in here."<br/><br/>Chrysler nods and heads to the exit of the storage room.