OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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"I thought we were overnighting here."
"Naw, we'll stay in Manuel Benavides tonight. Come on, we
gotta go."
The tone of his voice urged haste, so I dropped a couple of
bucks on the bar, and followed him out to the plane.
We climbed in, received our clearance, and took off.
About half-way to Manuel Benavides, Tom fell alseep. I
unplugged his intercom, and looked at Rick. He winked, and
grabbed the mapcase. Opening it, he started to count stacks of
pesos.
"You wanna tell me what was REALLY in that coffin?", I
asked?
"You really wanna know?", he asked with a grin.
"Horrible", I said, "You dope fiends are all alike."
Rick just laughed, and said, "You wish it was dope, Roger,
Besides, wrong direction. Dope goes North, not South. By the
way, talk to the kid. He seriously needs to learn when to keep
his mouth shut. Oh, and here..."
Rick tossed me a couple of stacks of pesos.
"I'm not sure I want this", I said.
"Why not", he asked..."You didn't do anything illegal."
I snorted, and he laughed again, and said "Welcome to ****
Air Cargo, Rog...fly the friendly skies."
or kill me