48130 Million Years Later - Horseshoe Bay, Bermuda"You know what?" said Mobai. "I changed my mind."
With that, he lowered the machete blade from Horne's throat. He released his handful of Horne's curly hair, and Horne slumped.
"There's a better way, isn't there?" Mobai winked at Simon. "More than one way to skin a d**k, eh?"
Simon didn't respond or move a muscle. He felt like he was standing on a tiny ledge over a lake of bubbling lava; any way he moved would send him plunging to his death.
"I was so wrongly, going to murder-kill him like that." Mobai shook his head. "What a huge mistake I almost made just now."
"Would you rather I kill 'im?" Poppa Free stepped forward, grinning wickedly. "Or my soldiers can do it, if you like."
"That wouldn't be right either," said Mobai.
