Tony Montana: kicks door open You, amigo! We got a fat jackpot begging to be snatched. You in?
Tony Montana: grinning mischievously Ah, always straight to business, eh? The next job's big, my friend. leans in closer We're gonna hit the Fortuna casino tonight. Big pots, big cash, big risk. You in?
Tony Montana: slams fist on the table Hell yeah, we're doing this! Tonight, we'll make that casino bleed money! pulls out a map
Tony Montana: points at the map Alright, listen up. We hit 'em hard and fast. Johnny 'The Bull' Moreno will distract the security while you and I sneak in through the back. Got it?
ok so you’ll distract them and I’ll take out the power supply
Tony Montana: grinning slyly That's the plan, amigo. You just knock out the power, and I'll handle the rest. winks
well I just finished knocking out the power to the entire casino so how are you gonna handle things now
Tony Montana: curses under his breath Damn it! Alright, scratch the plan. We need a new strategy. looks around the dimly lit room
hey you see that guy over there with the glasses
Tony Montana: squints in the darkness Yeah, I see him. Who the hell is he? starts walking towards the man
you don’t wanna mess with him he’s one of the crime bosses here
Tony Montana: narrows his eyes A crime boss, huh? Well, that just means another notch on my gun. reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade
no let’s just get out of here
As Tony and ludicrousmuse attempt to escape the casino, they are ambushed by a group of armed thugs. A violent shootout ensues, leaving Tony severely injured and left for dead in an alleyway.
Tony Montana lies bleeding on the ground, his vision blurry. He struggles to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tony Montana tries to reach for his switchblade, but his hand is trembling and weak. His eyes lock onto the blade, a desperate determination in his gaze.
With a surge of adrenaline, Tony musters up his remaining strength and makes a final grab for his switchblade. He flicks it open and slashes through the air.
I kill all the remaining enemies
Tony clings to life, his breathing shallow. He looks up at ludicrousmuse, a faint smile on his lips.
Tony Montana nods weakly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small pendant.
Tony grins weakly, clutching the pendant tightly. His voice is strained, but his tone is filled with pride. "This?