Caz opened the drawer and his faced turned to stone. "Where the fuck's the candy Dave? All I wanted was the fucking candy."
"I don't know, sir." Dave said.
"God fucking dammit Dave. How fucking hard is it to get some goddamn candy?" Caz pulled out his gun, a 9 mm Smith and Wesson gold plated, he used it to scratch his head as he rubbed his eyes.
"How many fucking bodies do I have to fucking drop to get some goddamn candy? I swear I will kill everyone of you shitbricks if that is what it takes to get some goddamn candy." Caz waived the gun around aimlessly.
"I'm sure that we can get some mor-" Dave said.
"I don't want to get more Dave. I want the fucking candy now. I want to open my fucking desk, pull out the fucking candy, and fucking eat it. I want my fucking candy." He pulled Dave up close and put the barrel of the gun directly underneath his chin.
"We, Dave?" The gun quickly shifted and was now pointed directly between Dave's eyes. The muzzle was making a slight indent into his skin as the gun was pressing further towards him. Caz had pushed him down onto his knees. "There is no fucking "We" Dave. There is me and there is you, and there is no fucking candy. I will fucking put a bullet in your brain, right fucking now. I don't care how fucking far we go back. Get me my fucking candy."
Still working on this piece, but it just popped in my head so I'm scribbling it down here for now.