"Oh yea, I remember.  Mind you, I think part of the problem was because she was cute in the first place," Taylor grumbles at the memory, frowning. "The prettier they are, the more trouble they are.  It's the basis in which every noir flick has been built upon.  And it didn't help that there was cult activity as well, chasing after us with waving knives, all hopped up to get the stupid suitcase so they can sacrifice someone to their stupid patron.  And then, when we finally deliver the suitcase to the asshole who it belongs to, he puts a bullet into my chest.  Because he wants to 'renegotiate terms'."<br/><br/>"Boy was he surprised when I got back up and 'renegotiated' where his head was.  Girl wasn't happy about that though, lots of screaming and panic.  Bitch called the cops on us, calling me a monster.  And then after that, I swear someone was playing the Benny Hill theme song because that's what it felt like."<br/><br/>Taylor snaps out of his dark reminiscence, realizing the context of the conversation.<br/>"But I'm sure it'll turn out better this time."