Darcy burst into Morgan's apartment, walked over to Morgan who was sprawled on his Sofa. Slapped him on the face a couple of times; to which the drunken man in slumber just groaned. Darcy then filled a bucket of water and dumped it onto him.
"What the fuck man!? You tryin' to kill me? Bastard..." Exclaimed Morgan as he began removing his wet clothing until he was shirtless. "Enough of that, They got Arlo, man!" Rebutted Darcy as he paced his older brother's apartment, unable to stand still.
"Arlo? Arlo who?" replied the other, as he used a Sofa cushion to dry himself off. "Who the fuck do you think?! Arlo who? Geez man, it's bad they've got the coke and took Arlo for desert!" Morgan was unworried and walked over to his bedroom and chucked on a 90s band t-shirt, patted down the denim jacket he had been wearing for his pack of cigarettes, and plucked two from its drenched packet.
"You aren't actually expecting it to light, are you? it's soaked for Christ's sake?" Morgan waddled in a daze over to his microwave, put the two wet cigarettes carefully onto the tray, and set the timer for 30 seconds. "I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure what nicotine there was in those cigarettes is not in the cigarette anymore, or at least not enough to get a decent fix..." Morgan looked back at Darcy, his hair still slicked with laundry water. "Shut up will ya? Let me think." Morgan pressed the power button. He watched the cigarettes go round and round on the plate, "Look, we don't have time for this! Arlo could die man! He's our brother we gotta help him out! And take back what's ours!" Darcy looked over at a pile of empty 40-ounce bottles in the corner. "Shit, you got a real problem you know that? No wonder-" 'Ding' rang the microwave, Morgan grabbed both the cigarettes out, put down the toaster lever, lighted one cigarette, and offered it to Darcy, who declined. He slipped the cigarette into his mouth and placed the other behind his left ear, then waddled once moreover to the dining room table and gestured for Darcy to join him.
"Listen, kid, that brother of ours...he's...well let me just say it straight, he's a junkie. I'd say he ripped those Kuja schmucks off with the deal just to get his hands on some grams of our coke. He fuckin deserves what's coming to him." Darcy's face dropped, "You can't mean that? Yes, our brother, junkie or not, as far as this whole conspiracy of short-handing the buyers...I say we give him the benefit of the doubt." Morgan waved his hand in disagreement. "Ever since we started buying this stuff from our cousin, he's been trying to get a slice of the action. We gave him a shot and what'd he do? He blew half our money on gambling and Hookers, you remember? We had to make our middle man – his friend – our new mutual Contact. No, he's a loose end. I love him but we have to cut him loose, he had his chance." Darcy scoffed, he almost wanted to vomit and couldn't look Morgan in his eyes. "But there's one more thing. Where's Frank?" Darcy stood from the table, "He's outside, with Clay, Tracy, and Tom. Look whether you like it or not we're going to Kuja. And we're bringing Arlo back, whether that he in one piece or if we have to blast away half the city." Morgan rolled his eyes, "Alright, let me give you guys a good send-off."
Darcy stood, doubled back at Morgan then said, "You better not do anything stupid alright? It's no a thing concerning you it seems, so there's no need to do anything stupid." Morgan stuffed his cigarette out on a rotting apple in his fruit bowl. "Come on, show me the way."
Darcy opened the doorway to the hall, and the two began walking down its corridor speaking nothing as they made their way down 2 stories. They walked over to the car, which had 4 men standing outside smoking cigarettes and talking nonsense. Morgan caught Frank Slivers' eye, and Frank's palms began to sweat. They stopped joking around as the boss approached. Frank tried to speak but his nerves wouldn't allow him. So he tried harder; "Pretty messed up situation we got here right Morgan?" Morgan didn't have anything to add. "Don't you worry we'll get your brother back, I promise...If they've hurt him well take down every one of them bro." Morgan laughed, then quickly drew a pair of brass knuckles from his denim Jean's and cracked Frank's skull around his temple, Frank fell to his knees and lifted one hand up to defend himself but Morgan kicked him hard in the gut then cracked him once more this time in the mouth. Not one of them stood in to stand up for Frank, instead, they just stood around hands-on their heads never daring to look Morgan in the eye.
Morgan took out the cigarette from behind his ear and asked Clay for a lighter, who shakenly obliged. Morgan lit his cigarette, inhaled its calming smoke, and then knelt down. What was left of Frank tried to fight him off but, Morgan pried open Frank's left eyelid and stuffed his cigarette out onto his pupils.
"YEUUUUGH!!!" Frank wailed as his sight was broken. Then Morgan stood once more and spat on Frank who was now crawling and clawing at the ground. "Shat did you think was going to happen you dumb fuck? Ripping off our customers like that...c'mon Frankie...why did you make me do this?" Frank never responded outside of his frantic gasps and wailing.
Darcy braved up and said; "What's the matter with you Morgan? He was going to come with us to help bring them down!" Morgan shook his head, "Those Kuja peeps woulda made a steady 8ncome for us all, and this little faggot had to ruin it for us all and for what? Just to make himself some green on the side? Not good at all." Darcy tried picking Frank up from his hands and knees but he was as heavy as a dozen large sacks of cement.
"Alright, guys c'mon! Help me would ya, Jesus!" The team then pulled him up and onto one of the back seats. "I suggest you all go look for a handy place to bury this sorry sack of shit, because If I see him walking around here...and sure as hell if they see him in Kuja- He's through! Ya, hear!"
Darcy ignored his older brother and entered the driver's seat, the others followed suit. Morgan began walking back up to his Apartment. "Don't worry Frank well drop you off at a hospital alright? Morgan will never know!"