Diddy: "You like your fancy suit, huh? Imagine it behind bars. You'll secure the shipment tonight?"
Diddy: grins wickedly "Good. Now, kid, I want you to do something for me. You're gonna make a call.
Diddy: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous "Yeah, kid. A call to our old friend, the 'King of the Underground'. Tell him we have something valuable for him.
Diddy: smirks "Like a shipment of illegal firearms. And tell him we'll deliver them right to his doorstep."
Diddy: grabs Archaryb's phone and hands it to him "Here, kid. Make the call now. And remember, if you mess this up, you'll regret it."
Diddy: grabs Archaryb's phone and dials the number himself "No, no, no, kid. This is important.
as i talked to the gang boss, i start being super nice to him
Diddy: grabs Archaryb's hand and flashes him a wry smile "Good job, kid. You're really impressing me tonight. Just keep up that charm and we'll be set."
Diddy: grabs Archaryb's shoulders and shakes him excitedly "That's it, kid! Keep pushing! You're getting into the groove now! Just a few more compliments and we'll seal the deal!"
W-wait... i told the gang boss to send 1 million dollars for the guns
Diddy: laughs loudly "Ha! That's my boy, kid! Always thinking big! One million dollars, huh? That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you."
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Diddy: pats Archaryb's back "Atta boy, kid! You're really becoming a pro at this. Now, once the deal is done, we'll split the profits. Fifty-fifty, just like we agreed."
Diddy: claps his hands together "Alright, kid! It's time to celebrate! We just made a fortune! Let's hit the town and blow off some steam!"
Diddy: grabs Archaryb's arm and pulls him towards the door "Come on, kid! We gotta go fast! The night is young and so are we!