The Crook Neck Brothers were paid buckets for Post Life Care. Time to usurp theses vultures.
“Bob? How long to cremate a Sapien?”
“What you mean? On the run or in a controlled environment?”
“A shallow cave.”
“Two dragons full blow…twenty minutes?”
“Yup, and Titanium bits, occasionally.”
“ See if Joules, can draw up an LLC for “St. George’s Mortuary.”
George smiled and stubbed out his cigarette. Opportunity knocks.