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"You have a brother?" Lauren asked, her mouth dropping, along with the gun in Catherine's face.
Catherine smirked. Kneeing Lauren in the chest and swiping the gun from her hand, Catherine cornered the stunned blonde in a cubicle.
"You are working with him, aren't you?" Catherine innocently asked.
"No!" Lauren protested. "I was going to say Sark..."
"Oh yes, he's such a great partner." Catherine replied, rolling his eyes.
This time, Lauren smirked. "You've obviously never slept with him then."
"No. I have higher standards than you. And him, for that matter." Catherine replied. "Besides, if you were married to Vaughn and slept with Sark, then..."
"Um, Sark and I aren't exactly Mother Teresa." Lauren reminded her.
"Very true. Mother Teresa DEFINATLY had higher standards than the two of you." Catherine replied. "Now, how about we stop this little chat and get on with your death sentence?"
"How about not?" Lauren asked. "You really don't want to kill me, you know."
"I don't see why not. I mean, you're this ugly, blonde tramp, who screws any guy she comes across, and you have about as much style as a rotten tomato." Catherine replied. "Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?"
"Because you're no better than me" Lauren retorted.
"Nope, not helping; that's actually a reason for me TO kill you." Catherine replied.
"You secretly like the British?" Lauren guessed.
Catherine laughed, "Yes, I secretly like the British. Do you prefer fried or grilled?"
"You cannibal!" Lauren exclaimed.
"Lauren, if you were to look in a Thesaurus under 'gullible idiot,' you would find an 8 ½ by 11 picture of your disgusting mug." Catherine replied.
"I think that the only reason you do this is because it makes you feel better about yourself. You have low self-esteem, don't you?" Lauren questioned.
"Like you have good figure" Catherine replied.
"Then you're saying its true! You do have a low self-esteem!" Lauren exclaimed.
"You really are as dumb as you look, aren't you?" Catherine asked.
"No, love, you're as dumb as I look." Lauren replied.
"Now you're just trying to buy time." Catherine scoffed.
"I think you might secretly want me." Lauren remarked.
"Yes, you're absolutely right. I secretly want you... dead." Catherine replied. "Now, say your final goodbyes, and take your last breath."
"See you in hell." Lauren replied, as Catherine shot her in the forehead.
"Did you really have to kill her like that?" Sark asked.
"She should have known that I don't like to dance." Catherine replied, turning to face him. "Now, I guess the question is, was she telling the truth?"
"You have a brother?" Lauren asked, her mouth dropping, along with the gun in Catherine's face.
Catherine smirked. Kneeing Lauren in the chest and swiping the gun from her hand, Catherine cornered the stunned blonde in a cubicle.
"You are working with him, aren't you?" Catherine innocently asked.
"No!" Lauren protested. "I was going to say Sark..."
"Oh yes, he's such a great partner." Catherine replied, rolling his eyes.
This time, Lauren smirked. "You've obviously never slept with him then."
"No. I have higher standards than you. And him, for that matter." Catherine replied. "Besides, if you were married to Vaughn and slept with Sark, then..."
"Um, Sark and I aren't exactly Mother Teresa." Lauren reminded her.
"Very true. Mother Teresa DEFINATLY had higher standards than the two of you." Catherine replied. "Now, how about we stop this little chat and get on with your death sentence?"
"How about not?" Lauren asked. "You really don't want to kill me, you know."
"I don't see why not. I mean, you're this ugly, blonde tramp, who screws any guy she comes across, and you have about as much style as a rotten tomato." Catherine replied. "Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?"
"Because you're no better than me" Lauren retorted.
"Nope, not helping; that's actually a reason for me TO kill you." Catherine replied.
"You secretly like the British?" Lauren guessed.
Catherine laughed, "Yes, I secretly like the British. Do you prefer fried or grilled?"
"You cannibal!" Lauren exclaimed.
"Lauren, if you were to look in a Thesaurus under 'gullible idiot,' you would find an 8 ½ by 11 picture of your disgusting mug." Catherine replied.
"I think that the only reason you do this is because it makes you feel better about yourself. You have low self-esteem, don't you?" Lauren questioned.
"Like you have good figure" Catherine replied.
"Then you're saying its true! You do have a low self-esteem!" Lauren exclaimed.
"You really are as dumb as you look, aren't you?" Catherine asked.
"No, love, you're as dumb as I look." Lauren replied.
"Now you're just trying to buy time." Catherine scoffed.
"I think you might secretly want me." Lauren remarked.
"Yes, you're absolutely right. I secretly want you... dead." Catherine replied. "Now, say your final goodbyes, and take your last breath."
"See you in hell." Lauren replied, as Catherine shot her in the forehead.
"Did you really have to kill her like that?" Sark asked.
"She should have known that I don't like to dance." Catherine replied, turning to face him. "Now, I guess the question is, was she telling the truth?"