Oswald frowned to himself as he pulled from the cigar, blowing the smoke out as he muttered to himself. He adjusted his posture as the dark forest was quiet around them, crickets chirping as the dirt scraped in the shallow grave. He squinted as his subordinate began to crawl out of the dirt, giving a firm kick back.

“Lay down. Where you belong,” he grunted, gesturing vaguely as he lifted the cigar. He took a slow drag, watching them hesitate. “Lay down!”

When they finally listened, he rubbed his face. It wasn’t a pretty sight, he was sure. Lying atop two freshly dead bodies. He rubbed his mouth as the smoke slipped out.

“Nahh, don’t close your eyes. Look at them. This is what happens when you choke, ya understand?” he said firmly. “You fucked up. Now I gotta plant the jewels, the blade... lotta work for me, y’know that? Lotta work!”