The white horseman gave his brother a strange look. "Since when are you interested in women?"
"What are you talking about? You know i'm not." The white horseman pointed at Carrie. "Then why did you grab her?"
His brother rolled his eyes in response. "Because she'd get out sooner or later and notice he's not there!"
The brown horseman's fist slammed into the part of Carrie that was sticking out of the tube, shoving her deeper inside.
"See? She can move around in there." He reached over, sticking two fingers into John's asshole, before hooking them and pulling.
John stretched a bit into the horseman's direction, but quickly snapped back into place when he let go.
"He's stuck in there." The brown horseman spoke in a deliberately slow way. "She gets out. She looks for him. We have to give him back."
Then he held up Carrie. "She doesn't get out. She doesn't look for him. We DON'T have to give him back."
He poked his brother's forehead with his index finger. "Do you get it now?" The white horseman slapped the finger away.
"Yeah, yeah, i get it, so you can shut up." He pointed at Carrie. "So, what's your 'brilliant' plan to make sure she doesn't get out?"
The brown horseman, seemingly ignoring his brothers sarcasm, gestured for him to follow.
"You know that this hotel has a lot of humans on vacation coming through, right?" The white horseman nodded.
"And that's why they have everything needed for all the old tropes and stereotypes, right?" "Yeah, so?"
"So we just shove her in a tube and send her to the garbage disposal!" He stopped in front of the pneumatic pipe,
pointing at it with both arms, clearly expecting his brother to be impressed.
And he clearly wasn't. "And then she goes on an adventure and ends up back in her room. Out of the tube. Looking for him."
"And this is why my plans are always better! You see, we just have to specify HOW the disposal happens!"
He suddenly pulled out a permanent marker and wrote on the side of the tube. "So i just have to... and now plop!" *Fwump*
The horseman shoved the tube into the pneumatic pipe and it disappeared almost instantly.
It was already over before his brother could even get a word in. He smugly crossed his arms and looked at him. "Problem solved."
His older brother sighed. "And she'll be back again soon. Why did you think this was a good idea again?"
The brown horseman looked even more smug. "Because the instructions on the tube will insure she won't be back for a long time."
Suddenly his expression turned cartoonishly evil. "If ever! Hahahahaha!" His brother looked unimpressed. "You're doing the thing again."
"Ahem, anyway, even if she does come back, everything i wrote down should have messed her up so much, she probably won't even remember she had a husband. Boyfriend? Brother? Eh, doesn't really matter now."
He grinned at the white horseman. "And even if she does remember, we'll have had our fun by then and can just pretend we had no idea."
The brown horseman grabbed John from his brother and held him up. "After all, he does look a lot like a real fleshlight, right?"
The white horseman, seemingly convinced, also started getting excited again. "Let's see if he feels like one too."