Garrett buckled the Rolex around his wrist before resuming his work at the spit. "Can't believe it actually happened."
"They had it coming," Anderson leered. "Stretch limos, fancy desks, single malt." He paused to gulp from a half-full bottle. "They burned the common man to get it. Well, we burned ‘em back." He sniffed. "Smells done. Teak burns hot, doesn't it? Dibs on the quadriceps."
Garrett eyed the soot-blackened skyline framed by a glassless window. "Andy, what are we gonna eat tomorrow?"
"I'm sure we'll find someone who's taken more than his fair share." Anderson's eyebrows lifted. "Hey, nice watch."
Sustainable / To Each According by I Saw Lightning Fall
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