"No...it was just a slither of bread. I earned it."
"Except you didn't eat it," Obsidian added, squeezing his long wooden hook.
"Tell the truth, you stole some food, went outside, maybe as far as Hornet. Took the back route to save some time. Sold it for some Lapis Lazuli, had yourself a party. Said 'Hi' to your psychopathic son. The one with all them bodies. Came back to work on cloud nine. Slipped up, fell right in the water. Stop me if I'm wrong."
"I swear it was nothing, a whisper of food at most."
"At most, huh?"
Coup grabbed him first, and Obsidian pressed his hands deep into the man's jaw. Based on the thinness of his skin, he nearly pinched his tongue. Flailing his arms didn't help, more food fell out his pants. Wet, sealed in small plastic bags. Within seconds, Obsidian
