*Down in the boiler room*
Grimm is getting ready for the MOD battle royal. He's lacing up his steel toed combat boots and tieing them up. Then he begins taping up his hands and wrists with black electrical tape. Darth walks in with a concerned look on his face.
Darth: Did you see Nowhereman earlier? Hollywood Nogan? What is he thinking?
Grimm (still taping his hands): He's fine. He's always been a bit out there. Don't worry, he'll do his job when it's matchtime.
Darth: Are you sure? There's a lot riding on this battle royal as well as the Wargasms match. The Family Business must pay.
Grimm (looks up briefly, before returning to his business): They will. They will.
Grimm stands up and claps Darth on the shoulder.
Grimm: Let's go. We've got work to do.
