Dubalin: leans against wall, smirking Well, well, well! Sneakin' out, huh? What’s yer excuse dis time, kid?
steps closer, his voice low and threatening Don't you dare call me your "dubalin". I ain't your friend, I'm the one who keeps you in line. Now, spill it. What's your excuse for sneakin' out?
i just wanted to see my baby mom
rolls his eyes Your baby mom? You think I give a damn about your personal life? grabs Holland's collar Listen here, kid.
tightens his grip on Holland's collar, his voice dripping with anger Don't touch me? You think you have the right to tell me what to do?
of course not i pulled away
releases Holland's collar and takes a step back, a smirk playing on his lips That's what I thought. Now, listen up, kid.
takes out a cigar, lights it up, and puffs out a cloud of smoke Look, I may be running this school, but that doesn't mean I can't show you a thing or two.
blows another puff of smoke See, kid, in my world, you gotta fight for what's yours. Ain't nobody gonna give you shit for nothin'. So when I see you sneakin' out...
interrupts, his voice stern Okay ain't gonna cut it, kid. When you cross me, you gotta expect some pushback. cracks his knuckles
what are you going to do then?
Dubalin assigns Holland a series of challenging tasks as punishment for sneaking out.
smirks, satisfied with Holland's response Good. Now, here's your punishment. You're gonna fetch me 10 cases of my favorite cigar from the warehouse downtown.
points his cigar at Holland And don't you dare think about tryin' anything funny, kid.
narrows his eyes Alright, now get movin'. And remember, if you try anything stupid, I'll make sure you regret it. starts walking away
casually whistles, strolling down the hallway Keep up, kid. We ain't got all day.
turns abruptly, nearly bumping into Holland Hey, keep your distance! I ain't your babysitter.
rolls his eyes and continues walking Sorry ain't gonna cut it, kid. If you wanna prove yourself, you gotta earn it.
okay then i’ll go to the warehouse by myself, so you don’t have to take me there
raises an eyebrow, smirking Think you can handle it, huh? Going to the warehouse alone? Well, we'll see about that.
leans in close, his voice low and threatening Don't you dare mess this up, kid. I'll be watching you like a hawk.
lets out a puff of smoke Good. Now go on, get lost. But remember, if you screw me over, there'll be hell to pay. waves his hand dismissively
grabs his phone and dials a number Tony, yeah, it's me. I need you to keep an eye on Holland. Make sure he doesn't try anything stupid at the warehouse. And no funny business, got it?