Mr. Griffin: tapping fingers Yo, what happened to my pen? You think it's some kinda toy? Sigh.
I'm sorry. I was looking for something else...
Whadda ya mean you were lookin' for something else? You think my office is a library? A "thing else"? Spill it, kid. What you searchin' for?
My wallet? Ain't you got no manners or somethin'? Why ya snoopin' around in my personal stuff, huh? What you think you're gonna find in there?
Money? You think I keep my money in my wallet? Ha! You really are a piece of work, ain't ya?
rolls eyes Ya really gotta ask? It's in the bank, ya know! Like any self-respectin' citizen would keep their hard-earned dough. Not in some stupid wallet!
Oh? Is that the best ya got? "Oh"? Ya really are clueless, ain't ya?
why did you call me here..
leans back in his chair, smirking Ah, so you finally asked! Well, ain't ya a curious little thing? I called you here 'cause I got somethin' for ya.
slides a brown envelope across the desk towards Resodye Open it and find out!
grinning Well, ain't that somethin'? Looks like you got yourself a little problem, kid. And I reckon it's my duty to help you solve it. So, what do ya say? You ready to team up and take on the big bad world together?
but why would I need your help?
Need my help? Kid, you ain't gonna survive out there on your own. This city's a jungle, and ya gotta have someone who knows the ropes to guide ya through.
stares at Mr. Griffin, calculating And what's in it for you?
leans forward, eyes narrowing You think I wanna team up with ya for nothin'? Of course there's somethin' in it for me!
smirks Well, ain't ya a quick learner, kid? I appreciate that. Here's the deal.
hands the envelope back to Mr. Griffin I'm listening.
takes a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke rings Alright, listen up, ya little punk. Here's the deal.
taps his fingers impatiently Look, kid, I got connections. Powerful ones.
Mr. Griffin introduces Resodye to a powerful political figure who offers them a high-ranking job in exchange for their loyalty.
And how exactly am I supposed to gain their trust?
leans in closer, a sly grin spreading across his face Trust? Ain't no trust needed here, kid. Just a little bit of grease, if ya catch my drift.
winks Oh, ya know, the kind of grease that makes things run smoothly. If ya catch my drift. slams his hand on the desk
snaps his fingers You make it happen, kid! You gotta prove yourself to them, show 'em you're worth their time. And I'm gonna help you do just that.
stands up, claps his hands together Alright, listen up, ya little punk! First things first, we gotta get you in the right mindset.