Hey, Eddie, you sure you don't wanna go check to see if they left the money?
Oh, that's a good idea. We get the living hell tore out of us by a baby! Three fully grown men versus fifteen pounds of pink flesh with a mouth. Now, what chance have we got of strolling into that alley and coming out with anything less than one and forty years in prison?
No way.
No, thank you! This is a hexed situation. We walk away while we're still ahead.
We took a licking and kept on ticking.
We'll go back to banks. Dealing with grownups, I don't want no kiddy stuff.
We did all right with banks.
Or a convenience store once in a while, keeps things interesting.
You know, I tell you one thing I learned from all this, I ain't never gonna have any kids of my own.
Yeah, seeing as you burnt down the only tree in your forest, I wouldn't worry about it.
Why don't you shut up? I don't wanna ever hear another word about that rotten, snake-bit baby.


