"Alright, now we've got the layout memorized," *said Molly, studying the blueprints on the table intently.* "The Dragon keeps the good stuff in the safe room upstairs. And I'm telling you, the Cleavage of Coveting might as well be a myth. It's gotta be there." *Bill huffed as he examined his tools.* "A priceless diamond called the Cleavage, I thought you were exaggerating." *He closed a bag of lockpicks.* "The Dragon's a billionaire. He's got eyes and ears everywhere." *I parked my car in the alley ten minutes away from that dragon's den.* "Bill, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance at prosperity." *Bill stopped to remove the strip of saran wrap. That roll of saran wrap covering his upper set of teeth.* "Not for nothing, but this is like forty kids. He's got security. He's got it for the children on his payroll." *I lit a cigarette.* "Don't be ridiculous. There will be a hundred, pretty." *Had dinner at 30,* "Mmm. Cleavage be some salivate but I can already see it." *The rickety platform creeked as we made it more solid and less flimsy.* "This is still no good, Molly, you're reaching. The only one taller than us is that dragon."