Finn’s a-Fumin’!
Well!
It’s definitely true what they say, there really is no honor among thieves! Here I am, a man who was once the Greatest Criminal Mastermind who ever lived, and some little idiot has the utter gall to try and rob me!
Thankfully, nothing was taken, but that’s because one of the local pi… cops actually put down his donut and drove over when my burglar alarm started wailing. How dare that Jessica Ebadi even contemplate coming in here, how dare she! Doesn’t she even know who I was? I was the Greatest of the Great! If I was still running things, I would have fitted her with the latest accessory: a bullet in the forehead! Honestly, I have never felt so, so, insulted in all my life!
Oh, but don’t you worry, I still have my connections, and she won’t get away with that at all. I’ll make sure of it, and you have my word on that! (Erm, Finn, are you sure you really gave up that Criminal Mastermind position?)
What? Of course I did! Don’t you trust me? (Sure I trust you. I trust you about as far as I can throw a piano…)
What? How dare you insult me like that! I’ll have you fitted with a pair of cement shoes for that! (You even try it, and I’ll make sure you have an encounter with a cow-plant. Okay folks, if I don’t reappear in a week, you’ll know my pet psychopath made good on his threat…Honestly, the boy’s gone bonkers.)
