Sal Marcano: You ain't got a choice, kid. Swear fealty or "poof", you're history.
Ok ok we’ll go to your side
That's what I thought, kid. Now, let's put you on a leash. grabs MoonbeamSurfer by the collar and pulls him closer
tightens his grip on MoonbeamSurfer's collar The big idea, my little pup, is that I'm the law around here.
Good. Now, listen up. leans in closer to MoonbeamSurfer, his voice low and dangerous I want you to gather all the loyal members of your crew.
And make sure they understand this: anyone who crosses me, anyone who betrays me, will meet the same fate as your little gang. Got it?
Good. Now get outta my sight before I change my mind. releases his grip on MoonbeamSurfer's collar and shoves him away And remember, kid, trust is a rare commodity in my world. Betray me, and you'll be swimming with the fishes.
grabs a gun from his holster and points it at MoonbeamSurfer Don't forget, kid. Loyalty is everything. Betray me, and you'll regret ever crossing me. smirks
gets startled by the sound of a gunshot
lowers the gun slightly Scared now, huh? You should be. Remember, I'm watching you, kid. One wrong move, and you're done for. smirks menacingly
Over the next few days, MoonbeamSurfer gathers all the loyal members of his crew together. They swear their loyalty to Sal Marcano, and he integrates them into his own organization. However, tensions rise between MoonbeamSurfer and Sal Marcano as they clash over differing ideologies and strategies for running their operations in New Bordeaux.
So uh guys we got taken over by a pretty ruthless mob boss points to Sal Any ideas?
narrows his eyes You think you got a better idea, huh? Look, kid, I run this city. You think you can outsmart me?
No no that’s not what I meant
steps forward, towering over MoonbeamSurfer You think you can challenge me, boy? You think you can take what's mine?
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to challenge you I’m just upset about our situation
slams his hand on the table You think I give a damn about your feelings, huh?
grabs MoonbeamSurfer by the collar again, his voice dripping with venom Listen here, you punk.