Lainie comes back with another vodka martini and a beer. She hands him the beer.
Lainie: Here you are, love...I did get it right, didn't I?
"Yess.."
(Question-can Michael identify poisons?)
Lainie: Well-cheers then...
She takes a sip of her drink
(most of the time)
He sniffed his beer
It mostly smells like beer, but very faintly underneath that scent-which is realll frickin' strong-he can smell almonds...cyanide.
He threw the beer onto the ground, pulling his gun back out
Lainie sighs
Lainie: Oh-and I thought this would be easy-ah well-
She pulls her gun back out and shoots him in the leg
"AGH-"
He groaned for a moment, but then smiled
She sighs
Lainie: I prefer knives, personally, but I suppose this will do-
She aims for his head
He took off his glasses and folded them closed.
"Okay, I'm so damn tired of actinggg."
He stood up and reached under the sofa, pulling out a semi automatic rifle