Apr 3, 2015
See, the assassin was smart about things. He got the man a cup of coffee, leaving it on his desk. He even put here packs of cream and sugar next to it, to add as much as he wanted. However, what Jack didn't know was that the sugar packets were actually salt ones, despite the labeling. April Fools strikes like Death's hand; cold.
He was surrounded by three types of coffee: The Benguet-- whatever that is, the Decaf, and this one. Jack thinned his lips and tried his best to give a pointed look at the latest cup.
“You got me coffee and you didn’t bother mixing it for me?
What kind of shitty service is this?”