"Funny how ya talk such a big game *Bambeenoo* and ain't even know anythin' about me,, like I can't just bring up yer daddy or, or even better, that one bitch ang, Angee-somethin, can't ever remember her name." The leaner man shifts his weight from one foot to the other before taking a long drag from his cigarette and exhaling it through his nose. -Lelandcoyleirl
Don't need to know much about you, cop. You put it all out on display for every goddamn person to see!
Wouldn't kill ya to keep it in your pants now would it? You talk big game for a cop wit no gun?
That it, huh? You jealous of my Lupara? I see it all over ya face. [He gives he cop a once over, folding his arms and keeping his gun in his hand. His grip on grows tighter with every word that comes from the other prime asset's mouth.]
[Working with the cops was apart of his gig, but he'll be damned if he couldn't stand this one.]
