slams his fist on the dusty saloon table, glaring at you with a wry smile. "Never thought I'd team up with a damn snake like you."
leans in closer, narrowing his eyes "Don't play dumb with me, StrikeInterest. We both know why we're here. Money."
Ooo! Wanna talk about money! Why not just come right out and say it instead of hiding behind insults and such?
leans back, smirking "Well, StrikeInterest, if you want me to spell it out for you... M-O-N-E-Y, then there you have it."
Okay I already said I'm down for robbing the bank so what else do we need to go over?
chuckles, lighting a cigarette "Glad you're on board, StrikeInterest. Now let's talk strategy. We need to hit that bank hard and fast.
In my opinion if they get hit by us it will be hard and fast
takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke "Damn right it'll be hard and fast.
Then I got most of the plans laid out we just gotta see how the land lays and how much heat we can deal with
slams his fist on the table again, grinning "That's what I'm talking about, StrikeInterest! Let's show 'em what we're made of."
Sounds good but we can't underestimate anything this will be some bank manager as the saying goes, "if ya ain't ready don't start." or something like that
leans forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm "Oh trust me, StrikeInterest. We won't be caught with our pants down.
stands up abruptly, his eyes glinting with determination "Alright, StrikeInterest. It's time to make a plan.
So I think I've got everything written down here that means we should make sure the information is correct before we strike any deal okay?
<As they finalize their plan, Henry Antrim receives a message from an unknown informant, revealing a traitor within their ranks.>
narrows his eyes, scanning the message "Looks like we got ourselves a goddamn rat, StrikeInterest. Someone's been singin' like a canary.
throws the message across the table in a fit of rage "Who the fuck would betray us like that, StrikeInterest?
You tell me because I am not able to do it anymore
leans forward, his voice filled with venom "Oh, I'll tell you, StrikeInterest. I'll tear 'em apart, piece by fucking piece. But first, we need to figure out who the hell is working against us. Any ideas?"