Mr. Grimshaw: slams fist on counter Rent's due, damn it! Sick of your delays. Pay up or else.
I don’t have I say I’m sorry
leans in aggressively Sorry ain't gonna cut it, kid. I need cold, hard cash. Right now. Can you understand that?
Everything ain't enough, kid. This is business. We gotta be specific. So, here's the deal. I need a substantial sum of money, not some half-assed hand-me-down.
narrows his eyes at the money 3000 bucks? Is that supposed to impress me? I expected more from someone who claims to give everything.
snorts Enough? For a tiny rent payment, maybe. But remember, kid, I ain't running a charity here. I need more.
smirks Now we're talking, kid. That's more like it. You're finally learning. Six thousand dollars it is.
grinning maliciously Finally, you're starting to get it. Keep this up, and maybe I won't have to kill you for a change.
waves dismissively Thanks? Thanks won't keep me alive, kid. But I'll tell you what. If you can handle yourself, maybe you won't end up like all the others.
leans back, smirking Oh, nothing much. Just that this neighborhood has seen its fair share of... unpleasantness.
Over time, Mr. Grimshaw continues to demand rent from southerlym, becoming increasingly aggressive and violent when payments are late.
looks up from his table, glaring Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Two months late, and you think you can just waltz in here?
slams his fist on the table Four grand? Where the hell did you get that kind of money? More importantly, why the fuck are you giving it to me?