Patricia and Wiggles marched in circles around the wooden chair while the Gadget Man sung the words he knew by heart. "Yes Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me-" he stopped mid-sentence.
Patricia was closest to the chair and flopped onto it before Wiggles even got a chance. Unfortunately Wiggles had no problem overpowering her and threw her off the chair then took the seat himself. Vinny loved every minute of this. It felt so good to be reunited with his nemesis.
Patricia threw a fit. "You cheated! Give me the gun and I'll kill him for you!"
Vinny smiled at the thought of this. His plan was definitely working. He needed Patricia to be mad at Wiggles for his plan to work. He shouted above the pandemonium.
"Kitties please, please, I was just kidding I'm not going to kill any of you. In fact the one in the chair gets to get tied up first." He explained and pulled a rope from his back pack. Patricia pointed a finger at Wiggles and laughed. "Ha! Ha you worthless cad!"
Vinny was shocked that she knew such a big three letter word but he bet that Wiggles didn't. He wrapped the rope taut around Wiggles and the wooden chair implementing special knots he had learned in the Marines. Vinny couldn't use handcuffs because that could possibly leave cuff marks on Wiggles' wrist and his plan would be ruined.
Patricia was still trying to get over the thought of her lover pushing her out of the chair and almost getting her killed.
When Vinny put the final touches on the tie-up he leered at Patricia with a perverted smile. "You got any beer in the fridge?" He asked.
She placed her hands on her hips and tried to guess where he was going with this. "Yeah, we got a whole case in the fridge, why?"
Vinny grabbed her by the arm but not too roughly and led her to the kitchen. He still needed her yet and didn't want her to not cooperate. She reluctantly followed but had no clue what was going on. Vinny still had on his black leather cycling gloves but she seemed not to notice. They each grabbed four twelve ounce cans of Natural Ice from the bottom shelf in the fridge. 5.9% alcohol for each can, this will work great Vinny thought to himself.
When Wiggles saw them stealing his beer he immediately became irate. "Hey man! You can't take a man's beer like that!"
Vinny let out his Santa Clause laugh. "You shouldn't have cheated with the musical chairs game. Now your girly and I are going to stand here and drink all your beer and you have to watch." He said popping open an icy cold can of Natural Ice. "Psst!" He took a few swigs and then nudged Patricia to do the same. Needless to say, she was getting into this. She hated the cheap beer but she drank it anyway just out of spite.
Wiggles bit his tongue until it started to bleed. He could not believe this. There's two things you never do to a man. You don't steal his girl and you sure don't even think about stealing a man's beer.
Vinny drank the entire 12 ounce can in less than a minute then smashed the empty can on his forehead like stone cold Steve Austin. He tossed the crushed can into his back pack then instructed Patricia to open a beer and pour it into Wiggles' mouth. She did so and Wiggles drank like a fish almost faster than she could pour it into his mouth. Little did the pissy love birds know, all the beer was meant for Wiggles.
After Patricia had helped Wiggles down 9 or 10 beers she was starting to become a little suspicious. What was this crazy cyclist planning? Was he seriously going to hurt them or was he just playing around?
Vincent was ready for the Grand Finale. He pointed to all of the drug paraphernalia spread out on the coffee table. "The hard stuff" he said, "It's time for the hard stuff. Bring all those drugs over here. We're gonna dope this boy up." He proudly announced.
Patricia used her brain and slid the entire coffee table towards the wooden chair right in front of Wiggles. Vincent was impressed with her ingenuity. When she looked up she noticed Wiggles looked scared out of his mind. He was already close to passing out.
Wiggles curtly nodded to her as if he was signaling something. The Gadget Man caught on to the surreptitious gesture and prepared himself for whatever tricks they might have up their sleeves. Vinny waved the 9mm towards the improvised crack head pharmacy in front of them.
"Go on" he said to Patricia, "Dope your man up. It's show time."
Patricia went for the cocaine but Vinny shook his head no. "I think our boy wants some heroine. Let's shoot him up."
Patricia grabbed a syringe that was ready to go. She carefully injected it into Wiggles' veiny arm that was securely fastened and pumped him full of the good stuff. He twitched his eyes like he was trying to tell her something. Vinny caught onto this also. Part "A" of Vinny's plan had finally worked. In less than 30 minutes Wiggles was completely passed out.
Patricia pretended like she was organizing the drug paraphernalia on the coffee table when she decided to try a hoodlum power move. She quickly slid her free hand under the coffee table and opened a secret drawer. After she groped around a little she felt cold hard steel in her hand. In one swift motion she pulled out a snub nose 38 and whipped it towards Vinny's direction.
Her wile didn't work and Vinny knocked the gun out of her hand before she could even take aim. He placed his own gun in his waist band and picked up the 38 special.
"Pe-e-r-r-fect" muttered Vinny.
Patricia raised her hands in surrender. He quickly glanced at the coffee table and noticed a cordless phone.
"Pick up the phone now!" He demanded.
She slowly lowered her right arm and picked up the house phone. The Gadget Man pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. She looked as nervous as a melting snowman and looked at Wiggles. He was still passed out. Nothing he could do.
"Call 9-1-1. When they pick up, read everything on this paper and sound convincing. Do you understand me?"
She subtly nodded her head up and down. While she made the call Vinny immediately went to work unfastening Wiggles' restraints.
Meanwhile, Patricia cried into the phone. "I need help please! My boyfriend is drunk and stoned out of his mind. He was chasing me around with a frying pan earlier and now he's got a gun!" She said doing a good job making it sound real. She still wasn't very sure what Vinny was trying to do.
When she looked over at him for approval, that's when her entire world went black. Using Wiggles' gun, Vinny fired two directly into her chest killing her instantly. She went down hard smacking her head into the coffee table.
The Gadget Man wasted no time celebrating her death. He quickly put his rope back into his back pack and checked out Wiggles for rope burn marks. There were none. He pushed Wiggles' listless body onto the floor and placed the chair back neatly along the wall.
Last but not least, he placed the snub nose 38 into Wiggles' right hand. He really didn't know, but he prayed to God that Wiggles was right handed. As he placed the bicycle helmet back on his head getting ready for his rapid departure, a Bible verse entered his mind. Vengeance is mine, saith The Lord... Well, he wasn't God. But he was something God had created.
He was, and he liked being, the one and only, Gadget Man.