“Croup and Vandemar, The Old Firm;obstacles obliterated, nuicances eradicated, bothersome limbs removed and tutilary dentistry undertaken.”
We do enjoy our job, don’t we, Mr Vandemar.
Indeed we do, Mr. Croup.
When the individual of questionable integrity possesses a need for the death, dismemberment or otherwise, ah, removal of another person or persons of inconvenience he or she approaches our acquaintancy for execution of the deed in question. And we are prideful of the heights of reputation for achievement and violence to which we have risen. Isn’t that right, Mr. Vandemar?
Indeed it is, Mr. Croup, our talents do lie in the bone-crushing arena, as you say.
Yes, our services are greatly sought after; it seems there is always a soul in need of our specialized services, a service which we are extremely pleased to provide. A trade which we intend to ply through the centuries. Isn’t that so, Mr. Vandemar?
Indeed we will, Mr. Croup, we have no souls. We do, however, have rats, Mr. Croup; and it is a fine time for lunch.
As you say, Mr. Vandemar; but you must munch on the way, for we are off to meet another client for whom our proclivities would be most useful… and we do so hate to delay the fulfillment of our contracts. You are in agreement, of course, Mr. Vandemar?
Indeed I am, Mr. Croup.