"Hmm... Do tell me Al, this is a very pressing and serious question. No joke, no lie-" alisema the Kid with a grinning pause, "Does my suit make me look fat?"

"Of course not, why would wewe ask?" laughed Al. 

The Kid shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror, his short frame would have made anyone mistake him for an actual child, but the fact that he has a calm voice, and speaks with vigor screams that he is an adult. He peered at the goggle-clad eyes that stared back at him in the cracked glass, then at his faded fedora and ebony coat, he indeed had a magumu frame, but one that appeared to be mere plumpness than absurd obesity, and he didn't deny a dakika of either fact. 

"Truly- I am insane, heh, wewe don't need to lie to the rest of them and hide the truth, I hide my body and my identity for that reason, why should anyone gaze at a monstrosity of a guy? Well, they can suck it up for all its worth," alisema the Kid. 

"Boss, if wewe were insane, then wewe wouldn't realize how brilliant your plans are, wewe wouldn't be full of notoriety, you'd just be another face locked up in the loony bin!" shouted Al. 

The Kid grinned with absolute delight, then turned in his kiti, kiti cha to face Al with upmost adoration. 

"Really?" he squeaked. 

"Yes sir, and wewe know what? I don't think I would've killed Mercutio in a zaidi creative way," winked Al. 

The Kid soon giggled, every time he did that, Al heard a child inside the mastermind kwa his side, breaking out and doing what he does for entertainment, a child's equivalent of eating ice cream is rolling in blood for The Kid. 

"I'm flattered, really, but, I have news for you," alisema the Kid. 

"Yes sir?" asked Al. 

"I have something special for wewe to do, and it involves Kowalski," alisema the Kid, pointing at the photograph, "Recognize him?" 

"Yes sir, he's the brains of the group, the tallest, most scientific, wewe know, that shit," alisema Al. 

"Correct," alisema the Kid, laying on his dawati in an almost provocative position. 

"Umm..." alisema Al with slight discomfort. 

"What?" asked the Kid with slight annoyance, pulling his foot up on the dawati with him. 

"That's a very, odd position," alisema Al. 

The Kid then glanced down with almost no concern. "What? I always lay like this, it's cozy, do wewe have a problem?" asked the Kid with a slightly cold stare. 

"Well, it's very provocative, wewe look like a Victoria's Secret cover except, gayer," alisema Al with a pause.

Without leaving the position the Kid then softly mused with sarcasm. 

"Ya like it?" he chuckled.

"I have a wife ya know," replied Al with slight laughter. 

"I'm aware, does she scatter blood in my name too?" alisema the Kid, softly musing the words "blood" and "too". 

"No, she's zaidi of a money person, she brings the good stuff in," alisema Al. 

"She's very pretty, it's no wonder she can be a good smuggler, all that cheap booze is worth something if ya get her to spread her legs, if ya know what I mean," chuckled the Kid with a flirtatious grin. 

Al froze, his boss had practically called his wife "easy", whilst in a provocative position, grinning with almost sexual pleasure with a glass of bia kwa his feet. 

"That's kinda too far, hehe- Don't ya th-think?" asked Al. 

"Too far would be me going all hentai au whatever that shit boys wack to on her sweet ass!" laughed the Kid loudly, smacking Al's back with glee. 

"Heh-Heh, yeah..." croaked Al with slight disturbance. 

"You don't look too bad yourself son, I'd open up to ya anytime, but wewe see.... I'm kinda busy," mused the Kid with a half-hearted chuckle. 

"With catching Kowalski?" asked Al, trying to change the subject. 

"I'd lay his sweet punda too if he crossed me~" chuckled the Kid, a familiar red hue forming on his face. 

"You can't be serious," alisema Al with concern. 

"Haha! Nah, I don't really swing too much for the "other team", I'm zaidi a ladies' man, the guy who'd go skirt, upindo chasing on girls like it doesn't matter," laughed the Kid. 

"He-Hehehe... Funny boss!" alisema Al, gaining a little confidence back. 

"Though I am kinda in the middle, veering sloooooowly to the leeeeeft," alisema the Kid, tilting his head softly until it rested on Al's shoulder, "You better catch that einstein birdy soon, au I won't be happy tonight~" he cooed softly.  

"A-Aye sir..." alisema Al with discomfort, he ran out with great haste, not turning back to dismiss himself. 

"Hehe, such a nice guy.." chuckled the Kid, leaving the erotic position and simply sitting on his desk. 

"By the way!" he shouted, "I suspect they're going after King Dewey next, track that fat punda down!"