The pig leans forward in the overstuffed chair. “So, Sam. How many times have your kidnapped an AI?”
You settle deeper into your seat. “I have kidnapped 8897 AI’s in my career.”
“Zat so?” answers the pig. He lights a smoke and blows a sizable cloud. “Tell us, how would you go about it?” A rough looking older man stands in the corner of the dimly-lit office juggling a closed pocket knife, a pretend look of boredom on his face.
“Well, first I’m going to need a amazon shipping box and a HP 950. We’ll need a eagle for a distraction and a scooter. Do you know anyone who can fly a zepplin?” You drum your fingers on the desk for a moment, thinking. “In my last heist we used a watermellon to get past the RAM security and a foobie to disable the snarkfuz. How big of a elbow drive do you got?”
