"Hey, Benny, what did the boss say?"
"He told us to wait here."
"Wha? Here in the swamp? He ain't gonna show. We've been sittin' in our car for over an hour, there's nuthin' here."
"The boss said he'll show, told us to sit tight."
"I'm missing Dancing with the Stars for this? C'mon, this is nutz. It's 4 in the morning, we could be scoring some sweet action with Toothy and his boys. I got that indigestion from your sister's lasagna, and to top it...whoa,whoa,whoa did you hear that?"
"Yeah, it sounded like from over them trees there."
"Probably some bleepn kids. Benny, get me that flashlight, I'm gonna go scare the bleep outta them."
"You sure, man? What if it's him?"
"I'll pop him one, bring his head back to the boss, and still have time to cash in my double up with Toothy."
"What are you, stu cazzo? This ain't no frat boy we're suppose to whack. Do you even know who Frank Castle is?"
"Who gives a diff? I'll feed him some Chinese food from my gun! Ping! Pang! Pow!"
"Oh, you're funny now, wait till you see this guy. Boss said none other than Jimmy Pink-eye and his goons wrecked him up and threw him in here with the leeches. This Castle guy ain't no ordinary meathead, Boss wants us to make double sure, he don't get up and get sentimental, nowaimsayin'?"
"Benny, when did I ever leave you floatin' in a toilet, huh? C'mon, let's go whack this guy, and then go grab some Chinese food, I'm hungry."
"Hey, never mind, look, he's coming to us. See him? Look at him, he can barely stand never mind walk. Whatta numbskull, shoulda just stayed down."

-Multiple gunshots flash and shake the night. The shadowed figure advances on their position.

"What the bleep! Benny, what's this bleepn guy made of, bleepn wax!?"
"I told you this guy ain't no - holy, mother of BLEEP! That ain't Castle. It's what's left of him, but he shouldn't be - that's bleepn impossible! Whoa, you smell that stench!"
"What is this, trick or treat motherbleeper! Ahh, Benny! Get'em off me! BLEEP! Get'em off me!"
"He ain't going down! Look out, I'm outta ammo! Aww, hell, bleep..."

-The "R" train going through Brooklyn could be heard in the distance along with the rustle of trees, an empty car, motor still running, some early morning birds and the unmistakable sound of flesh being torn from bone.-
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