director's cut

I've been writing some short story stuff, along with poetry. But here's one of my more "darker comedies". Enjoy.

"A snuff film"
"what?" I looked down, then squinted up at him.
"A snuff film! Think about it...we need money while we travel. We find a drifter and kill 'em on camera. It'd sell for loads of money on the 'black market'" He laughed, looking a little too excited.
"kill one of our own?"
"Well it doesn't have to be a drifter...just thought that'd be the easiest"
"Nobody looks for drifters" I whispered, more to myself than anything.
"Exactly! See I knew you'd understand where I'm coming from!" That fire of excitement in his eyes.
"When I said we needed money for travel I didn't mean this! There's gotta be other ways of making money." I said with nervous anger in my voice.
"Alright, but when you realize that we're never gonna make as much money a snuff film would bring in you come talk to me" His attitude sober and serious now, staring into my eyes. I looked away and bit the inside of my lip for a second
"Ok. I'll think about it" I said quietly