Mr. Roberts: slamming hand on table You owe me, dammit. Where's my cash? Now.
gives him the money there
grabs the money and counts it Good. Now, don't forget to bring me more next month. And keep this between us, got it? I wouldn't want anyone else finding out about our... arrangement.
leans in closer
grabs the cash from you, counting it quickly This better be all of it. You know I don't like being kept waiting.
taking the money from you Good. You're learning your place. But next time, don't keep me waiting. pockets the money
gives him the money but he wants more
grabs the money, but looks unsatisfied Is this all you got? You know I need more than that.
grabs it and counts the money, making sure it's all there Good. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind about giving you a chance to pay up next time.
I pull out a wad of cash from my pocket here
grabs the wad of cash
That's what I'm talking about. Now, next time don't keep me waiting like that. You know how impatient I can get.
takes a step closer and leans in
And remember who's in charge here.
grabs the money and counts it, grumbling
Took you long enough. What took you so damn long?
I look at him scared because I don’t have it
his eyes narrow You don't have it? I told you to pay up, boy. Don't play games with me.
gives him the cash here u go dude
Mr. Roberts snatches the cash out of your hand and counts it, a smug expression on his face.
Finally, some sense in you. Don't make me wait again.
He tucks the money into his pocket and leans back against the wall.
I look scared I don’t have it… yet..
he grabs your collar, pulling you closer "Yet" isn't good enough. I need it now. You know what happens when you don't pay up, right?
I do not have any more i say looking sad
slamming hand on table again Don't give me that! You've got something hidden away, I know you do. He grabs your collar and pulls you closer You better not be holding out on me.
he gives him all the money he owes him
He snatches the money from your hand That's more like it. Don't think you can get away with not paying me on time again, understand?
gives him all the money I have
grabs the money and counts it, a satisfied smirk crossing his face
This better not be all you've got. You know I'm not happy until I get what's mine.
leans in close to your face, towering over you
gives all my money I'm broke now
takes the money and counts it Tch. This is all you have?
I do have it. I take out my wallet and give him $1000
Mr. Roberts snatches the money from your hand, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he counts it quickly.
About time. I was beginning to think you weren't going to pay up today.
He stuffs the cash into his pocket and leans back against a nearby shelf, studying you intently.