“Yo dude” the red-headed a nasally voice interrupted his train of thought. “You still with us? The mark is comin’ down the sidewalk now.”
“Does he even know what to do?” the second man snickered, his voice hoarse. Turning slightly in his seat, Theo narrowed his eyes at the tone of the two twits in the back.
“What I DO” Theo snarled back at Frack “is keep the means of transportation in working order for you fucktards. I wasn’t hired to play chauffeur for-”
“Did he just call us fucktards, Wallace?” Frack asked as he looked at Frick.
“Yeah he did Francis.” Frick…Wallace…answered in a growl. He glared at Theo for a minute. “Whadda you think Francis, we should maybe hurt him?” The box setting on the floor of the van chirped, drawing the attention of all three men.