I like these girls. They don't pretend to be sorry for what they did. They're the kind of girls that you could be with when you are at home and happen to find a corpse in the crawl space that you had no idea how it got there and had no involvment in it's expiration right before you are about to "get it on". A lot of women would just scream and ask a lot of questions like some wise guy and eventually you'd get tired of their shit and hypothetically knock them out and bury their still breathing bodies under your shed. Not these girls.
Nope, not these. These girls would have spiked your drink with roofies and be making off with your stereo equiptment long before you had a chance to murder them, MP. Checkmate, Bro!
Mother Puncher, dibs on the blonde one. She didn't even care about having her face obscured, that's a special level of apathy I think could handle the amalgamation of prostitute bodies I've been stitching together in my Carolinian subterranean dungeon.
I can barely see that. Usually the gang have a real plan for the things they do and usually involves some big-picture plan that they go about it the wrong way and their logic is warped but pretty sound. These girls saw money and just took it. It's more like a Petty Theft Paul thing