Page 23 of Filthy Lies

Star:Naturally.

Conor:Is the Director of the CIA on there?

Star:Yes. That’s a very obvious question.

Conor:Nothing’s obvious with you. Why isn’t he dead yet?

Star:Because Reinier isn’t a priority.

Star:The New World Sparrows need to die. Then, I need to kill my mom’s murderer. THEN, I have to reunite every woman, man, and child who was treated like a piece of meat by those fucking bastards with their family. THEN, the Director of the CIA can die.

Star:Ordinarily, Reinier would be at the top of my shit list but, as you can see, I have quite a lot on my plate.

Conor:How do you want to kill him?

Star:Stick a poker up his ass.

Conor:Very angelic of you.

Star:I try. *curtseys*

Conor:Do you even know how to curtsey lol?

Star:There’s plenty I know how to do. I’ve met several royal families, I’ll have you know. Sheiks are crazy. They pay millions to have rock stars play at their kids’ weddings.

Conor:They do? I know Rihanna did that once.

Star:Sure, very nice income stream.

Conor:I’ll bet.

Star:Got my inspiration from you re the ass poker thing, btw.

Conor:Figured as much lol.

Star:Thought I’d start with the poker, then I’d slice off his dick. Maybe make him eat it. Or maybe break his back or something.

Conor:Why break his back?

Star:Duh, so he can suck off the stump.

Conor:Wow. I just crossed my legs.

Star:He won’t be able to by the time I’m through with him.

Conor:LOL.

Conor:Star? You know that if I can help with your to-do list, I will, right?

Star:It’s MY to-do list for a reason.

Conor:You can’t do everything on your own.

Star:Says you. You’re a one-man band too.

Conor:Only because my brothers have zero aptitude for what I do. Even Eoghan, who deals with most of our security, doesn’t know dick about coding alarm systems.

Star:Is this pro bono assistance or quid pro quo?

---