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museboxonahill♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫
The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.
They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.
♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫
" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.
The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.
They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.
♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫
" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.
