"Oh but I do. Don't hold nothing back now. Ooold man." The intruder hovers all hoody and black scarf, pointing a knife and waving it around in front of the seated pensioner. The tall arms of the armchair seem to wrap themselves around his frail frame as he sinks into it, urging his body away from the tip of that knife. His wrinkled face begins to shake, his lips moist, almost drooling.
"What say you tell us where the key is?"
The old man shivers.
"Hey! I'm speaking to you, want me to cut out your tongue? Then you'll be really mute."
The old man shrinks, almost, disappearing into the armchair.
"Hey, Badger! Oi!" shouts the intruder, backing away.
Badger shows up behind him. "Where'd the old dude go?"
The door of the safe, set into the wall and revealed by removing a painting, clicks. It swings open.
"Look, it's open," laughs Badger, bounding, almost gleefully, like a child chasing the ice cream van, towards it. "I wonder what's inside."
The old man's face shoots from the darkness within the safe. Only it's smirking, eyes yellowed and fangs dripping saliva. "You wanna talk now?" he howls.
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