“You look ridulous.”
“What? I’m in all black. Scarf for my face. A colorful leotard beneath.”
“Scoff. The Undercutters use bandanas, not scarves. You look like a server.”
“It is my day job. Quite similar to yours. In fact, I have seen you wear that top and those pants at work, girl.”
“Well, girl, all will become clear. We will probably end up running from the police. Now, here. Take this bin of banana nut muffins and hide in the alley while I set us up in front of the bakery. They open in fifteen minutes.”
“What the fuck are we doing here? Where did you get these muffins?”
“I stole them from this very bakery’s dumpster last night. It’s what they didn’t sell yesterday. Idiots even collected them up in the box you now hold, before throwing them out. They aren’t even dirty.”
“Per se.”
“Oh shut up and do what I asked you to. We are gonna be legends.”
“Only cuz I am curious. Also, no legend begins with a box of banana nut muffins.”
“Yeah. This will be the introduction to The Undercutters.”
“Like a prologue?”
“No. The prologue was yesterday’s conversation.”
“No one likes a story with too many opening vignettes. Especially ones about banana nut muffins.”
“Yeah, cuz they are gross. Thank god you wore such an embarrassing leotard under your cover. Stripping off the black clothing to reveal a leotard? That will become legendary when you run from the police.”
“Why are we worried about cops? That’s a bit distressing. Especially since you keep calling us Undercutters.”
“Oh stuff it dummy. And, please, we are The Undercutters. “Undercutters” just sounds stupid. Let’s get set.”
“I need to know: have we brought muffins to a knife fight?”
WrittenCasey 