“Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but why do we have to dig the hole?” Michael wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he paused.
Vinny shook his head and tried not to laugh at his friend. “Simple. You killed him, you dig the hole. Got that?”
“Yeah, but it still sucks.”
“True. Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to shoot someone.”
“He was in my bed with my wife!”
“Yeah, and you’re lucky she ain’t squawking to the cops. Now dig, you idiot. I don’t want to be here all night cleaning up you’re shit.”