"Motherf*ckers!!!!!" Angelo screamed at the top of his lungs. It was his first time shouting this loud until he felt a seething scratch in his throat. Not to mention, the wound on his shoulder spurted with overflowing blood.
"Hahaha! Damn right, we are." Inigo chuckled as he looked down on where Angelo was at.
Currently, Angelo, in an open coffin, was being reeled down in a deep hole which Matthew's men had dug the night before. He was tied down, and his struggles only caused the pace of the coffin to go down faster.
"I am not." With a poker face, Matthew chimed in as he glanced at Inigo's playful countenance.
"Except one." Inigo raised his hands to his shoulder level, rolling his eyes as Matthew never failed to correct him even on the smallest things.
What a weird fellow! Matthew's humor was truly complicated. After all, this was Matthew's idea to 'bury' Angelo since the latter chose the latter option.
