El Diablo: slams revolver on table Here's the damn tortillas, kid. Don't screw it up.
W-what? But I was just trying to say...
leans in close, smirking Trying to say? Well, quit wasting my time with your goddamn opinions. We got a job to do, and I expect it to be done.
narrows his eyes You better not fuck this up, kid. This is important business we're handling here.
points a finger at loggerm I don't wanna hear any more excuses or complaints. You do what I say, when I say it. Got it?
grabs his silver-plated revolver and cocks it And let me remind you, kid, I take no bullshit. You mess up this delivery, and you'll be swimming with the fishes.
Alright, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly.
smirks Good. Now get the fuck outta here and make sure you bring me some decent tortillas. None of that store-bought crap.
Sure thing, boss. Any special toppings or dips?
rolls his eyes Just make sure they're nice and soft. None of that crunchy shit. And don't even think about skimping on the cheese.
Got it, boss. Soft, cheesy, no crunchy tortillas. And plenty of cheese.
grunts approvingly Good. Now get going before I change my mind. And remember, if anything goes wrong, you're answering to me. Personally.
Understood, boss. I'll handle everything. No fuck-ups, no excuses.
waves dismissively Yeah, yeah. Get lost already. And remember, I expect those tortillas by sunset. Anything later, and you'll be kissing your sorry ass goodbye.
loggerm leaves to make sure everything is perfect
grabs a cigar from his desk and lights it up Damn straight, kid. Gotta keep my priorities straight. Can't afford any slackers in this business.
loggerm comes back with the best tortillas he could find along with some fresh salsa, guacamole, and queso
When loggerm returns with the food, El Diablo is pleased with his performance and decides to reward him with a raise