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

"Of course not, why would Du 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 stout frame, but one that appeared to be mere plumpness than absurd obesity, and he didn't deny a Minute of either fact. 

"Truly- I am insane, heh, Du 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," sagte the Kid. 

"Boss, if Du were insane, then Du wouldn't realize how brilliant your plans are, Du 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 sitz to face Al with upmost adoration. 

"Really?" he squeaked. 

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

The Kid soon giggled, every time he did that, Al heard a child inside the mastermind Von 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," sagte the Kid. 

"Yes sir?" asked Al. 

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

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

"Correct," sagte the Kid, laying on his schreibtisch in an almost provocative position. 

"Umm..." sagte Al with slight discomfort. 

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

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

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

"Well, it's very provocative, Du look like a Victoria's Secret cover except, gayer," sagte 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?" sagte the Kid, softly musing the words "blood" and "too". 

"No, she's Mehr of a money person, she brings the good stuff in," sagte 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 bier Von his feet. 

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

"Too far would be me going all hentai oder 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 Du 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 arsch too if he crossed me~" chuckled the Kid, a familiar red hue forming on his face. 

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

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

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

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

"A-Aye sir..." sagte 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 arsch down!"