"I'm the one who looks suspicious? Have you seen the cut of your jib?" Kurt pointed at himself like he'd been accused of the exact same thing he could say about these two standing before him.
"You look like you're wearing three layers of clothing just so you can dramatically shed them one by one during a tense monologue. And those shades, I bet you're wearing them just to look 'cool' while you plot your world domination. Don't get me started on the 'vibes' you guys give off. You look like the type of people who iron their socks in the morning, and frankly, that's a level of stability I find threatening."
"Shut him the hell up, Bob. He talks too much." The woman pulled down her sleeve and looked at her watch. "The kids should be back from their magic lessons soon, so make it quick. We don't want to put them in any potential danger."
"Yes ma'am." The burly man spat out his cigar and pulled his fist back.
