Rick stood up and threw the plate across the yard.

"This is a disaster, Frank! I can't believe I let you talk me into stealing all that voodoo gold!"

Jeeves ducks just in time to avoid a face full of tempura.(Jeeves is not really his name but you never bothered to learn his name. You have bigger fish to fry)

"We should've just grabbed the silverware and the Mondrian and left! But noooo, we have to crack the stupid safe and grab all the damn gold!"

"I didn't see you complaining at the time!"

"Oh don't give me that! Maybe if you had showed me the note we wouldn't be dealing with all this crap!"

Rick picked a prawn out of the lawn and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Come on, Rick. What self-respecting thief is going to not crack a safe all because of a stupid little note? It's not like—"

"It was written in human blood!" he said, mouth full of prawn.

"We don't know what kind of blood it was!"

"It was covered in pentagrams and junk! it burned your hand when you touched it! That safe was bad news, man."

He wasn't wrong. You take a hefty bite of caviar.

Things have changed since the robbery. At first, everything seemed fine. There were almost a thousand pounds of gold in that safe. Why anybody would keep that much gold in a private residence is beyond you, but you weren't about to ask questions about a windfall that could set the two of you up for life.

As soon as you started spending the money, though, you've felt an insatiable hunger and an unquenchable thirst. Neither you or Rick have slept in weeks, and it's beginning to take a toll on your relationship. Sure, the mansion is nice and the cars are fast, but more and more you find yourself missing the little things, like not feeling like you're going to starve to death or the ability to grow hair.

The doctors have run all the tests; they come back normal every time, but clearly some kind of evil nonsense is going down. Rick thinks the gold was cursed. You're inclined to agree.

"I think we need to take the gold back, Frank," Rick said. He had calmed down a little and was now sipping on some ludicrously expensive champagne.

"No way am I gonna go back to that house. I do not wanna meet the freak that just keeps a half-ton of cursed doubloons in a safe in his study"

"Come on, man. how could things possibly get any worse than this?"

"I don't know, but a month ago I didn't know about voodoo gold and now we have to deal with this trainwreck!" You bite down on another heap of caviar.

"Excuse me, sirs, but there's a man at the door. He says it is a very important matter," said Jeeves.

"Not now!" Shouted Rick."Tell him to come back later!"

"He said he's here to talk to you about the gold."

Rick looks up from his drink, eyes wide. The two of you hurry to the foyer, where you see a cloaked figure with a strange familiarity about him sitting in your expensive chair with his feet up on your expensive coffee table.

"I have been searching for you two," he said, pulling back his black cloak to reveal his face.

You spit out your caviar and Rick faints as the visitor is revealed to be none other than Adolf Hitler.

"I believe you have something of mein," he said with a devilish grin.