What about Bob?
When Dave and the lady he was having an affair with (Marcia) arrived
in Maui for their honeymoon, they checked into the hotel, not knowing
that Bob was checked into the room directly across the street from
them.
They were out, watching the sunset at a fancy outdoor restraunt. Bob
had created the perfect diversion. All of the sudden, 3 naked
grandmothers playing the bagpipes barged into the restraunt. Customers
immediately started experiencing violent nausea, Vietnam flasbacks,
and convulsions. "AIIIIIE, I'm blind!" screams Marcia. Bob
carefully tossed a cyanide tablet into Marcia's drink.
After Dave (as well as many other customers in that restraunt that
evening) got out of intensive care from the immense mental trauma that
caused, the doctors delivered the news to him that his new wife had
been poisoned. That night, he shot himself in his hotel room.
"Excellent�, mi amigo," you say to Bob, handing him $6,000
in cash. "You certainely took care of that situation well. Next
time I want to jealously assasinate somebody, you'll be my first
choice as a hitman." That will teach Dave to treat Barbara like
trash.
Oh, yes. Bob followed them in a VW Beetle the whole time. When the
happily married couple got to the airport to leave on their honeymoon
vacation, Bob followed them all the way. He was able to slip his bomb
and gun by the security because they were so lazy and incompetent.
