Just a humble perk from my dad's construction company. All the bricks you could desire - and mortar! Oh yes, and mortar. Anyone crosses us, we brick up a little house around them, no windows or doors, then listen to them squeal and pound on the walls. The perfect way to start a racket, kids - pay us money and we don't build you a tomb. It'd be pretty dark in there, waiting for the end.
by Ben Rawluk