Knife continues sitting in the container full of Nazi-bots. His thoughts are interupted as his phone rings, and he retrieves it from his jacket and answers.
"Y'ello?"
"Knife, where are you?" I ask.
"Not sure, why, what's gone wrong?"
"Well, everyone's been arrested."
"Lovely."
Knife's phone rings again a he stands and stretches his legs. "One mo' Trilby's on the other line." Knife says to me as he switches calls.
"Y'ello?"
"Y'ello?"
"Knife, where are you?" I ask.
"Not sure, why, what's gone wrong?"
"Well, everyone's been arrested."
"Lovely."
Knife's phone rings again a he stands and stretches his legs. "One mo' Trilby's on the other line." Knife says to me as he switches calls.
"Y'ello?"