“Cement shoes? How cliché,” said Stefan. “How about some creativity?”
“Yo, Chico!” said Gil. “Mr. Interior Decorator here says we ain’t creative.”
Chuckling, Chico loosened Stefan’s bindings.
“Your creativity gotcha in this mess. Boss asked for Romanesque motif. You gave him Seashore Motif.”
“It fit the pool design better!”
“Boss don’t like crabs. Dump him, Chico.” Chico tipped the dolly. Stephan fell, cement boots first, in the seawater. He sank four feet.
“Haaa, idiots. You dumped me in shallows.”
“That’s the creative part,” said Gil.
Stefan looked down. Huge crabs scuttled beneath. “You wouldn’t.”
“Seashore Motif works better for you.”