An Idiot's Guide to Killing "I'm not scared of anything, Stevie. Because danger is my middle name," said the Secretary with fake aplomb. Yes, you are, you bigheaded asshole. You're afraid that your precious home away from home will come to an end, Steve thought. It was noon the day after. Both were sitting down inside the small office of the defunct Department of Waste Management. The previous night's events were still fresh in Secretary Jorge La Selva's mind, specifically, the one about Steve's drunkenness and—what he assumed was—disloyalty. Steve's conversation with Jennifer Coolidge looked suspicious and he was trying the find out the gist without directly asking for it. He was attempting to be sly about it. However, he was failing miserably since he was as transparent as clear plastic. He was vainly trying to act composed, hoping that Steve wouldn't find out. But Stevie always did. He had a knack for finding out the underlying meaning of things, distilling its essence in its c
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