Shitty stories of William and Henry -=[FINISHED]=-

He hated it

Henry: William, when will you come back home? It's been ages!

William: Aw, miss me already, mr. Emily :)?

Henry: Don't tease me, damn it.

William: Ah, I met our business partner yesterday. 

Henry: How was he like? What did he say?

William: Most distasteful, disgusting and disgraceful bastard ever. I'm searching for more "dis" words on Google.

Henry: You didn't stab him or anything, right...?

Henry: RIGHT?

William: You hit the caps.

Henry: I meant it, Will. Answer my question.

William: What was I supposed to do when he got drunk and mistook me for a whore?

Henry: How in the...?

William: Lemme tell ya, it was horrendous. I stabbed him twice and his blood clinged onto my suit. I couldn't even wash off the smell!

Henry: Your suit is the least of our concern now.

William: I'm sure it's the most of MY concern. The bitch's alright though. I mean, human bodies can live without the frontal lobe, amirite :)?

Henry: I'm horrified and disappointed at the same time.

William: Don't worry, dear. It won't have the smallest influence on the reputation of our company.

Henry: How would the press even explain the missing of his frontal lobe!?

William: They are all creative people. Wouldn't be hard to come up with a reasonable story.

William: I have a meeting now. See you soon.

Henry: Fine... See you soon, Willy.