Harry: I am sure you don't want to do this to your own Dad!
How can you even think of it? He has given you everything, his life and his money. Your mom, at least think about her, you will break her heart. Man, come on.
Dave: Man, you should chill a bit, I am not killing anyone or selling drugs. It is just a walk in the park.
Harry: Shut up, I am worried and here you are reciting idioms.
Dave: It's pretty simple, I will break into that guy's house and get that painting, which of course, you know belongs to my Dad. It is his property, and it's not a crime to steal from a criminal's house. And he isn't a once in a lifetime criminal, who out of desperation happened to steal to fill his stomach, that fucker is a seasoned criminal, he steals, extorts, and threatens almost everyone. When drunk, he even assaults, and our fucking society is so scared of this criminal that no one dares to speak up to him, I am going to teach him a lesson. When this guy will head out to make a robbery, I am going to rob him off, doesn't that sound like a fucking great idea. An idea that deserves to be written down the books of history.
Harry: But according to me, there are two more variables to consider, first, how are you sure that he will go out to rob? and second, what if he gets hold of you, and he puts you in a frame, quite literally, or maybe cut you into pieces, and store you into a damn fucking fridge in his basement. Man, it is going to be an awful site, and trust me, I am not going to put you back together.
Dave: Do I fucking look like a jigsaw puzzle to you that anyone can cut me down, and put me back together.
Harry: What I meant is, let's consider the fact that he doesn't like to dissect heads, since he is a fan of painting, maybe he might like trophies, but not of animals but humans. So, if he does cut you, and your parents won't be able to bear the sight, so me, your only friend will have to bear the burnt of your old man, him, and also your kiddish nature.
Dave: First things first, if he kills me it will be a homicide, and you are not a cop, and neither a forensic expert, so, you won't have to collect my body parts, sorry particles.
Harry: That's a fucking great point, but, I will have to see you, and I will have to live with a guilt, guilt of feeling horrible when I should have felt sad, come on man don't do this to me.
Dave: I have an idea, ask you mom to go on a date with him, and then we can avoid this awful horrible visual sight that you are day dreaming about.
Harry: Fucker, I am going to inform that fucker that you are planning to break into his house, and he will have a surprise planned up for you.
Dave: Okay okay, I am sorry man. They crush the blunt, and fuck off to their homes to watch Doremon.
