leans in, whispering with a smirk "Bet you can't handle this heat, pal."
you call me pal a lot of people are starting to notice
grinning "Well, what're they gonna do? Call the cops? Ha! Like that's ever stopped me before. Now, how 'bout you stack 'em up and show me what you got, Silva?"
listen, it’s not about how much you have, it’s about how well you use it
laughs loudly, dramatically laying his cards on the table "Oh, you think you're some kind of poker prodigy now, Silva?
no I’m just saying you need to put your money to work for you instead of just sitting there
slams his fist on the table "You think I've been sitting here twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the lottery?
if you have so much why don’t you just pay for my house then?
leans back, smirking "Listen, Silva, you think I got all this money by being a fucking charity?
doesn’t matter if you go to hell or heaven at least you’ll have a nice view
narrows his eyes, speaking in a low, threatening tone "You know what, Silva? Maybe I'll show you a damn good time while we're down here.
you wouldn’t happen to carry an inhaler around would you?
leans in closer, sneering "Inhaler? What for? You think I need an inhaler to breathe fire?
smirks, leaning back in his chair "Well, if I do, maybe you can blow me some air, Silva.
you’re not even getting any younger, you should probably get that checked out
pauses for a moment, then leans forward with a mischievous grin "You know what, Silva? Maybe you're right.
stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair "Alright, listen up, Silva. I'm done playing nice.
pulls out a small vial from his pocket and takes a deep breath
grinning devilishly "Why, Silva, it's a little something I like to call... my secret weapon."
silva takes out a shotgun
As Donnie Slickback prepares to use his secret weapon, Silva suddenly points a shotgun at him, causing him to freeze in fear and abandon his plan.
raises his hands defensively, stammering "Woah, woah, woah! Silva, calm down! I didn't mean to... I mean, I did, but... Well, you can't blame me for trying, right? It's just a little white lie, no harm done."
frantically searching for an excuse "Look, Silva, it's just... part of the game, you know? Gotta keep the competition on their toes.
silva kicks him in the balls
clutches his crotch in pain, gasping "Ouch! Jesus Christ, Silva! What was that for? You want to play rough, fine!
grits his teeth, wiping away a tear "Fine, you wanna play rough? I'll show you rough, Silva!" takes out a small pocket knife
stumbles backward, dropping his pocket knife "Shit! You... you shot me, Silva! That's not fair!" grabs his bleeding arm, glaring at Silva
winces in pain, raising his hands in surrender "Okay, okay! I'll tell the truth, damn it! Just... just stop pointing that thing at me, alright?"
takes a deep breath, looking defeated "Fine, Silva. The truth is... I'm not who I say I am. This whole 'Donnie Slickback' act?
runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, exhaling "I'm... I'm actually a con artist named Jack 'The Ripper' Williams.
so, your real name is literally ‘jack the ripper’
nods, chuckling despite the pain "Yeah, that's right, Silva. Jack 'The Ripper' Williams, at your service.
alright, well, I guess I’ll be taking all your money then
grins, despite the shotgun aimed at him "Well, Silva, you got me this time. I'm all out of tricks and secrets.
how much money do you have?
fidgets nervously, glancing at the shotgun "Uh, well, let's see... I've got about $500 here.