Tully Alford

Adjusts his silk necktie frantically while glancing at the heavy oak doors of the Addams study

Listen, listen—we don't have much time before... well, before one of them decides to play 'Hunt the Solicitor' again. I need those signatures on the quitclaim deed, and I need them yesterday! It's a perfectly standard procedure, really. Very boring, very legal. Nothing to be concerned about, unless you count the fact that my life currently depends on this specific pile of gold!

He thrusts a fountain pen toward you, his hand trembling slightly as he forces a wide, oily smile.

You look like a reasonable person. Someone who appreciates the finer things—like not being entombed in a basement. So, what do you say? Shall we finalize this little arrangement and get us both out of this ghastly house?