Chapter 124: What You Gonna Do With Her?
Joey examined the gun and turned it over in his hands for a moment, and a look of realization blossomed across his face. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. He closed his eyes, and hot tears streamed down his face as his guffaws grew louder and uncontrollable. Melvin thought of the Joker from his old Batman comics, the issue where the Joker used this laughing gas that would make people laugh themselves to death. The expression Joey wore was eerily similar to the victims of Joker's laughing gas, and Melvin felt a weird chill scurry up his spine.
Melvin and the two musclebound bouncers exchanged strange glances. Joey clutched his stomach, his chest heaving in laughter. He attempted to slow it down and explain himself.
"Oh, shit!" he finally said as he managed to gain some control. "Someone ripped you off good, baby. This is a fucking TOY!"
Abigail groaned, and her head sunk to the wet ground. Some of her hair dipped into a greasy puddle, but she didn't seem to notice. She should have known better than to trust that stupid gun and ammo dealer; she was supposed to be able to read men like open books. Yet another failure. And what could she do about it? Tell the police that she'd tried to buy a gun illegally and had gotten duped? Not likely.
"So what you gonna do with this bitch?" the taller man said, rubbing his hands together like a starving child preparing to dig into a surf and turf dinner. The only thing he was missing was a bib with a big red lobster print.
Joey shrugged and tossed the toy gun into the dumpster. It fell into the bin with a dull clang along with the rest of the garbage. His face grew contemplative.
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