Would you like some milk?

"No thanks, sugar. I don't drink milk
in my tea, I'm not a child."
"Take it easy" replied Kroger, "or I'll
beat the shit out of you like the last time."

Batdorf had had enough.
"That was the last time, Kroger"
He pulled out his pistol, brandishing it
unnecessarily, somewhat carelessly.

"Please, don't shoot! I love him!"
cried whatever-her-name-is.
"Yeah right," replied Batdorf.
He coolly shot Kroger between the eyes
once, then again.

Batdorf: "I'll take the teapot, You grab the milk."
"One step ahead of you," she replied, reaching
into the fridge. "That was a short party.
Shall we take it back to my place?"

Batdorf saw through this ruse. She
clearly wanted the tea for herself, probably
the milk too, no matter what she said.
"I'd better kill her while I have the chance."

Would the tea even be hot by the time
they got to her place? He doubted it.
That meant that she planned to kill him right there,
right now. Somebody had to make the first move.
Pot, meet kettle. He swung for the fences.