[ WP ] `` Wait , are we killing the cat or not ? ''

Seth walked into his small one bedroom apartment he stripped off his Mcburger managers uniform and set his thick buddy holly glasses on his bedside table and sat at the edge of his bed. He groaned wondering what was going to be the next step in his life. He had a managers position at the local grease pit and it was going ok, he played guitar for a small country band growing in popularity, women came and left and he smoked a fair amount of pot to cripple his constant anxiety and broiling rage. 
 
 Seth felt a noticeable buzz in his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. He got a text from his contact'Big papa Conner' and it wrote out: 
 
 `` Seth, my man. Look, thanks for holding on to my product, i was in a pinch and the cops backed off, bring the H to my place and i'll toss you a couple ounces of my meanest green.'' 
 
 Seth was n't a criminal, way more slacker type than criminal. But he learned one thing when he moved to this town, do n't say no to big papa Conner. What the fuck are you gunna do? say no to a ruthless drug dealer? Seth figured it would earn himself some street cred and some free weed. Nothing wrong there, morally grey sure, but for the most part not that bad. Seth packed a bowl of marijuana 
 and took a couple hits before texting Conner back. 
 
 `` I'm smoking a little, then i will be right over.'' to which Big papa Conner replied 
 
 `` kk'' 
 
 Seth finished the bowl and put his pipe away and kicked off the rest of his work clothes and slipped into some sweats, slippers and a bath robe. He went into the living room where he had left the stuff and stopped in his tracks. 
 
 `` Thought i left it on the coffee table.'' he muttered to himself and went back to his bedroom, could n't find it. Then the kitchen, not there. Seth frantically ran back into the living room and looked at his coffee table. 
 
 `` I know i set it here, i know i did!'' he screamed. He was hit with a god awful realization. He had left the balloon on this table... in between a spilled bottle of sweet baby rays barbecue sauce he had meant to clean up earlier....and an open container of catnip he had just gotten for his cat..... 
 
 `` Oh Jesus, oh fuckin' jesus christ!'' Seth screamed holding up his 5 year old cat lil'mittens. 
 
 `` You Furry fuck, you did n't! you did n't, god damn you?!?!'' 
 
 *Meow* 
 
 Barbecue sauce was all around the cats mouth. Seth put the cat down then proceeded to vomit in his kitchen sink. Seth did the only thing he could think of, call his good friend, Logan who was also slaving away in the grease pit he called work.. 
 
 `` GET OVER HERE NOW!!!!'' Seth screamed into the phone the second logan answered, then hung up. 
 
 *1 hour and 45 minutes later* 
 
 Logan Fields walked into Seth's apartment undoing his bow tie as he entered. 
 
 `` Sup?'' 
 Seth with bloodshot eyes and drool seeping from one side of his mouth filled logan in. 
 
 `` Ok. This is manageable. We got this. We can get a loan, boom. We paid for it, it's done. Clear cut. It was a balloon, it was what $ 2,000 max? Call papa Conner right now and we will just hash this out. `` Logan said ripping off his own manager apparel. Seth nodded and called Big Papa Conner and put it on speaker phone. After a few rings he answered. 
 
 `` Hey Bud, where you at with my stuff, i need it ASAP.'' Seth nervously chuckled in reply. 
 
 `` Yeah man, i'll be there soon, i got distracted, logan came over and we smoked a little. Hey! I got a question. How much is this Heroin worth? I think i have a possible buyer.'' 
 
 Big Papa laughed a couple seconds. 
 
 `` No man, you do n't have a buyer, that shit is pure. Straight from fields in Afghanistan. It's valued at 7 to 10 gr-'' Logan scooped up the phone and threw it into the nearest wall. 
 
 `` we're killing the cat!'' Logan screamed. 
 
 *Meow* 
 
 `` No Dude we ca n't!'' Seth stood up in protest. 
 
 `` Papa Conner knows i was here. I'm involved now and this just went from you're screwed money wise, to oh fuck he is going to break my arm with a monkey wrench or kill me. We're killing the cat!'' Logan shouted scooping up lil mittens. 
 
 `` NO!'' seth screamed wrestling around for the cat, trying to reach it in logans arms. Logan growing hostile proceeded to elbow Seth so hard in the face that he fell back over his couch and landed between his coffee table and the bottom of his couch. Seth wiped the blood from his nose and looked over, underneath the coffee table to find the ballon of heroin, that his cat knocked off and rolled under the table. 
 
 `` Logan!!'' Seth screamed standing up holding the drugs. 
 
 `` Oh Monkeys.'' logan said in defeat after dropping the cats corpse on the ground after just breaking the cat's neck.
