"So you want to get some ink? No? Oh, you're here for something else then? Who sent you? Jimmy? John? Let me tell you something. You don't come here looking for anything if one of my friends don't send you. So I advise you to kindly be on your way before I exercise my right to protect my home and establishment. If you know what I mean?" The soft sound of metal on metal, familiar to those who pulled back the slide of any pistol could be heard, followed by a phone buzzing.
"Oh, you lucked out didn't you mate? Turns out you talked to one of my boys after all. Should have said something, have a seat, and let's find out what sort of alterations I can make to your perceptions."
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