a job for the boys

Slagshat peered over the balcony of his newly acquired terraced flat to see four mysterious shapes move swiftly, if not smoothly, over the uneven terrain of next doors back garden.

Slagshat had had the balcony built as soon as he had moved in so as to see all the troubling things about one foot closer.

The men scaled the dilapidated fence and disappeared into the night. Shortly after this Slagshat felt a little midnight fun was needed, "Maybe a job for the boys he mumbled over in his slightly feeble mind only to come to the conclusion a bit of thieving was to be done.