“God dammit, Genghis Kahn.”
“I’m sorry, Frank. It won’t happen again.”
“It fucking better not. Not only was it a serious breach of security, but he maxed out my credit card.”
“I’ll pay you back. How many yaks, goats and assorted other livestock do I owe you?”
“We’ll talk about that later. But it’s not the money so much as it is the breach of security. They’re probably gonna torture the guy from FTD who delivered the arrangement, and I doubt it will take long for him to give up my name and address."
“Frank, I don’t know what to say.”
“Fuck. God damn it, Genghis. Where is he, anyway? I want to talk to him."
“I think he’s in the kitchen, eating fondue.”
“Typical. Well, when you see him, tell him I am fucking pissed. Tell him, if he pulls this shit again - I am kicking him out of my brain, for real.”