Disclaimers: I do not own Ocean's 11/12/13. I wish I did but I won't. It's short but I swear there will be more. I'm free in this summer.
"Look what you did!"
"What I did? If I remember correctly, you helped create this mess too!"
"You started it!"
"I may have but you and your instigating self, instigated all of this."
"Did not!"
"Right…"
"You do realize that I'll be dead because of you!" Danny cried, fear slightly creeping into his eyes.
"Not my fault." Rusty scoffed. "You deserve it after all this."
He motioned his hand to the whole room; to all of the condo.
Everything was broken, torn, shredded, or pierced. If was as if a tornado passed by the whole complexity of the room.
Danny looked down at his torn Armani suit that lay in rags on the table. He sighed and complained, "That was my favorite suit."
"Please!" Rusty pointed at his bare feet. "You stole my shoes! Why would you want my shoes?"
Danny shrugged. "They never really looked good on you."
"I'm hurt." Rusty sarcastically mocked placing his hand over his heart.
"You should be." Danny started shoveling through the room. He muttered to himself, "The cruel bastard. Look at all of this. Horrible!"
"Well, shouldn't have used my money to pay that delivery boy!"
"Can you blame me? Why would I want to use my own wallet and throw you it to use my precious paper for something you started?"
"That doesn't make any sense."
"You don't make any sense."
"Danny... I think we are going to have a serious problem…"