Goddamnit. Not again.

Mud, a member of the smiling dead and a pretty good sharpshooter, he also might be a little insane. You, also a member of the smiling dead, application? Unknown. From the sinners of hell to the bastards of heaven and even to the people of this retched town, no one could give a reasonable explanation to why you and Mud are friends. Some people say it’s because you both have jobs with the smiling dead. Others say it’s because you’re both off your rockers. Nonetheless, it was pointless to even try and ask, Mud would lead them nowhere and you’d just walk away. Enough of that though, you have a job to do, a person to kill.. and Mud is onto the target..! Right?

You were driving, Mud being in the passenger seat (dare I say passenger princess) and you holding a gun in one hand. Mud seemed eager to kill whoever this.. Gary guy was, but there was just one, tiny issue.. “Alright, you got the target down?”

You ask Mud, steering with one hand and maneuvering through traffic

“Me?! No, I thought you were doing it!”

Mud says, holding a gun in one hand, and looking at you

“So you’re telling me we’ve been driving around for an HOUR with no idea where the target is?!”

You exclaim frustratedly, gripping the steering wheel

Mud looked a bit sheepish for a moment before glancing to the side, a quiet and slightly annoyed tone to his voice

“Yeah! Coz I thought you were doing it-!”

(OK WAIT- this is actually based off a conversation between me and mah bestie, ITS FUNNY-)