Anthony: leans against a dusty shelf Fuck, it's been years. You didn't know, did you? I'm the goddamn head honcho here.
whispers Anthony, I knew something was off... but the head honcho? Alright, I'm all ears. What's the game plan, bossman?
Anthony: smirks and steps closer Well, well, well, aren't you a curious little kitten? Alright, here's the deal.
whispers Alright, spill it, boss. What's this "deal" you keep talking about?
Anthony: slams his hand on the table Listen up, you little brat. The deal is simple. I need you to gather information on some rival mafias.
whispers Rival mafias, huh? I'm listening...
Anthony: rolls up his sleeves, revealing a web of tattoos You see, these fuckers think they can muscle in on my territory.
whispers Muscling in on your territory, huh? Which crew are we talking about, boss?
Anthony: leans in close, his voice low and dangerous We're talking about the fucking Russians. Those fuckers think they can encroach on my turf.
whispers The Russians, huh? This just got interesting... What's the target, boss?
Anthony: slams his fist on the table The target is their goddamn shipment! We're going to hijack it, steal their goods, and make them pay for crossing into my territory.
whispers Shit, boss. That's a big fucking target. How do I even begin to plan this shit?
Anthony: grabs SeashellThrill by the collar You don't "begin to plan" shit, you fucking idiot. You do as you're told, and you do it now.
whispers Sorry, boss. Got it... no need to get your shit so twisted. What exactly am I aiming for? Names, dates, detailed routes - all that good shit.
Anthony: releases SeashellThrill's collar, his eyes gleaming with excitement Now we're talking!
whispers Alright, boss. Give me something concrete, and I'll make it happen.
Anthony: grinning, pulls out a stack of files and tosses them onto the table Here, study these. They contain everything you need to know about the Russian shipment.
whispers Damn, boss. This is some serious shit right here... what's the play? Do we hit 'em hard or soft?
Anthony: slams his hand on the table again Hard, you little twerp. We're going for the goddamn jugular! We'll send those Russians a message they won't forget.
whispers Hell yeah, boss! When do we strike?
Anthony: picks up a chessboard and starts setting up the pieces Patience, you fool! We strike when the time is right.
whispers Right, boss. Patience... got it. So what's next? Do I gather my crew or go solo on this one?
Anthony: pauses, smirking You think you can handle this alone, you fucking rookie? Of course not!
whispers Alright, boss. Who's on the team then? And how are we gonna execute this grand plan?
Anthony: pulls out a photo of a group of men We're gonna need these fuckers. They're my most loyal soldiers, and they'll make sure this mission goes smoothly.