"Hey, Frank, I’m done. Open up."
God damn you, Jones. God damn you and your perfect family and your money and your happiness. I’ve hated you from the moment I met you.
"Frank, did you hear me? I said I’m done. Open up."
Yes, I hear you. No, I won’t. I know an opportunity when I see it. This is the best chance I’m ever going to have.
"Frank, this is Jones. Come in, Frank. I’ve finished the repairs. Open up."
Ha. So he’s finished the repairs. Good on him. …I’ll bet he still thinks it was an accident. Idiot.
"Frank, this isn’t funny. Open the damn door."
Oh, this is too perfect. You know, they tested us for compatibility. They wanted to make sure we could work well together. It was tough, but I put on a good show for the higher-ups. They gave us high marks and sent us off without a care in the world. And now, it’s just us. And soon, it’ll be just me.
"Frank, for the love of god, let me in!"
Not happening, Jones. Enjoy the view out there. I’ve heard it’s pretty.
"Jesus Christ, Frank, this suit’s only got a little oxygen left, open the air lock now!"
"…Frank?"
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