"I think I will do that, thanks for the offer." Obviously, that was what she had been disappointed about because her voice grew even peppier with his offer.
"Yeah, so anyway. Creepy dude in trench coat walks by. Naturally, I have to follow him. He looks like he's goin' fun places. Ends up those fun places were in an alleyway, and he's droppin' cash off into some dumpster. Sees me, we talk a little. I'm all, 'bro, your body hidin' skills need help.' Did I mention he killed someone? 'Cause he did.
"So next thing I know, I'm leadin' the dude to the beach to show him how to properly rid oneself of a body. Skip ahead after we cut the dudes open, stuff rocks all inside of 'em, and throw them in the ocean.
"Trench-coat dude is kinda touchy, physically speaking. He's all messing with the naval piercing, and I'll be honest...I have no clue why he started that, but it was veeeery distracting. So, I'm all, "I will take it out.' And he tells me not to, but I say I will anyway. Small conversation about hard way vs. easy way, in the end, he says he'll cut off my finger.
"So, I'm like, "piercing stays in man. I like having fingers; they are useful.' But, after dragging dead bodies around all night, I'm feeling pretty violent. Can you guess what happens next?"