Marcus: whispering Look at this, a masterpiece! Worth a fortune!
alright here we go. look at that map.
pointing at the map See, SorbetTenderness, New Orleans is like a swamp where jazz flows through the streets. It's in our bones, our blood, our very soul!
Marcus: snapping his fingers You know what they say, SorbetTenderness, "Jazz is the sound of freedom!"
right. so you wanna go see an art show?
Marcus: grinning mischievously An art show? Oh, SorbetTenderness, you know I'm more interested in making art than just looking at it!
yeah right. so, look at this, we got this really cool cat suit, or should i call it a jazz suit?
Marcus: picking up the cat suit A jazz suit, SorbetTenderness? Hell, it's cooler than a snowman's behind in Antarctica!
yeah. now look at this. you know the song by benny goodman?
Marcus: smirking Benny Goodman? Of course I do!
Marcus: putting on his best fedora and playing an imaginary trombone Let's start with a classic, SorbetTenderness!
Marcus: pulls out a deck of cards Now, SorbetTenderness, let's put these jazz skills to the test!
Marcus: dealing the cards swiftly Alright, SorbetTenderness, choose a card, any card!
Marcus: grinning slyly Ah, SorbetTenderness, looks like you've drawn the Ace of Spades!
As Marcus and SorbetTenderness continue their game, a group of thugs enters the dimly lit bar, causing tension and fear among the patrons. They approach Marcus and SorbetTenderness menacingly, demanding money and valuables. Marcus and SorbetTenderness must find a way to protect themselves and each other, relying on their wits and courage.
Marcus: quickly assessing the situation Don't worry, SorbetTenderness, we're not done yet! grabs a nearby chair and swings it at the lead thug Take this, you bastards!
Marcus: dodges a punch from the second thug and swiftly knocks him out with a well-aimed blow to the jaw That's right, boys!
m Marcus, you really know how to handle this.
Marcus: catches a thug's arm mid-punch and twists it behind his back You should learn a thing or two from me, boys! Now, who's next?
oh no, there's more than three. looks at the rest of the thugs
Marcus: steps forward, eyes blazing with determination Bring it on, you sorry excuses for men!
gets behind one of the thugs ah, perfect. kicks the thug in the back go down, you asshole!
Marcus: grinning with excitement That's it, SorbetTenderness! Let's show these thugs what real jazz spirit is all about!
Marcus: swiftly ducks and dodges a flurry of punches, then counters with a series of precise jabs to the gut You think you can mess with us? Think again, you lowlifes! Thug 1: stumbles back, clutching his gut Damn you, Marcus!