Sometimes one of the messes I find around this godforsaken manor has me wondering if it REALLY was one of those braindead hooligans, or one of the sharper ones who just really had a bone to pick. I mean, my crew's whole gig is orchestrating havoc, even if half of them don't know it. And sometimes these messes are a little TOO much of a pain in the ass for me not to get suspicious. You dig?
One time I had t'clean the entire kitchen 'cause Eggs n' Biscuits managed to somehow cheat the time it takes for yeast to grow and and let it grow near infinitely until they got muscled outta da place. Didn't trust anyone else to clean it though. It was quality yeast. Still use it t' this day to make some killer knishes.
Came home once to find an entire room was FULL of spider eggs. I don't mean just coatin' the walls or whateva, I mean the damned things flew out the door the moment I opened it. Die just about lit the manor on fire when he found out, and for once I couldn't blame him.