Kaz:...what have I gotten myself into...?
Don: having a friend that throws grave stones around. Fun.
Kaz shrugs
Kaz: I've seen worse...
Don: huh. Wow. I wanna know. What did you see?
Kaz grins
Kaz: One of my clients was a mass murderer. She built a machine out of human organs.
He sighs
Kaz: Good times, good times...
Don: hm. I wonder what that would look like. Client was probably on drugs or snorting cocaine or something.
Kaz: Nope. Just had a few screws loose. And it looked horrifying.
Don: pfft. I'm gonna play some piano to lighten the mood. *he heads to the grand piano and plays a song. It sounds familiar but you've never heard the song before*
Kaz cocks his head in confusion. He starts humming along
Don: *he continued playing*
