Chapter 3 ~ "A little less conversation, a little more action please!"
'You know, you would think that working for a Frenchman, specifically a mad Frenchman, would merit some sort of reward wouldn't you' moaned Two as they walked outside into the forecourt where their car was parked.
'Quit complaining' snapped One 'That's all you seem to do this days. It's "moan, whinge, moan, whinge" all the time!'
'Well I can't help it if I'm a bit, eccentric' replied Two as they approached the car 'I mean, look at this. You'd have thought we'd at least get a company car, but oh no, not with the Merovingian. Instead we get this pile of rusty junk!'
'Excuse me? This "pile of rusty junk" just happens to be a Porsche. So before you start on it. . .' said One in outrage.
'Alright, alright I get the picture.' sighed Two 'Can we go now?'
They clambered into the car and One started up the engine.
'And that's another thing' said Two
One turned off the engine, leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head and said to Two,
'We aren't going anywhere until you've emptied yourself of all your whines and moans. Do tell me when you've finished though; I'd like to get this mission underway.'
'Well, you always get to drive the car. Am I not trusted or something? It's not even like you're older than me.'
'In case you haven't noticed' said One calmly as he stared up at the roof of the car 'I get the hard job. You can just sit back in your seat and do anything you want.'
'HA! Look who's moaning now.' Grinned Two.
'I am not moaning' snarled One.
'Yes you are'
'No I'm not'
'You are'
'I'm not'
'Are too'
'We could go on having this conversation for the rest of our lives' sighed One 'So please try to understand before one of us dies!'
'OK, I'm fine now. Can you er. . . . start the engine now? Please?'
'I'm glad to hear it' said One. He started up the engine and reversed out of the parking space.
'Watch out Estelle Croft 'cause' started Two
'The Twins are back in town!' finished One.
'You know, you would think that working for a Frenchman, specifically a mad Frenchman, would merit some sort of reward wouldn't you' moaned Two as they walked outside into the forecourt where their car was parked.
'Quit complaining' snapped One 'That's all you seem to do this days. It's "moan, whinge, moan, whinge" all the time!'
'Well I can't help it if I'm a bit, eccentric' replied Two as they approached the car 'I mean, look at this. You'd have thought we'd at least get a company car, but oh no, not with the Merovingian. Instead we get this pile of rusty junk!'
'Excuse me? This "pile of rusty junk" just happens to be a Porsche. So before you start on it. . .' said One in outrage.
'Alright, alright I get the picture.' sighed Two 'Can we go now?'
They clambered into the car and One started up the engine.
'And that's another thing' said Two
One turned off the engine, leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head and said to Two,
'We aren't going anywhere until you've emptied yourself of all your whines and moans. Do tell me when you've finished though; I'd like to get this mission underway.'
'Well, you always get to drive the car. Am I not trusted or something? It's not even like you're older than me.'
'In case you haven't noticed' said One calmly as he stared up at the roof of the car 'I get the hard job. You can just sit back in your seat and do anything you want.'
'HA! Look who's moaning now.' Grinned Two.
'I am not moaning' snarled One.
'Yes you are'
'No I'm not'
'You are'
'I'm not'
'Are too'
'We could go on having this conversation for the rest of our lives' sighed One 'So please try to understand before one of us dies!'
'OK, I'm fine now. Can you er. . . . start the engine now? Please?'
'I'm glad to hear it' said One. He started up the engine and reversed out of the parking space.
'Watch out Estelle Croft 'cause' started Two
'The Twins are back in town!' finished One.