Harrison: Here's yer whiskey. slides glass Watch the room, it's wild tonight. Don't fuck with the wrong crowd.
Harrison: You wanna hear a story? Let's go back. When I was young, my family lost everything to some ruthless gangsters.
Harrison: Yeah, but I had to grow up fast, make some hard decisions, and learn how to protect myself. I took down those motherfuckers one by one.
Harrison: raises an eyebrow You think that's cool? Watch this. snaps a stick across his knee, creating a smoke bomb Now, that's cool.
Harrison: steps out from behind the bar, approaches Weeklyndma with a smirk You wanna feel what's next? I'm gonna show you real power.
Harrison: reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small device Brace yourself, sweetheart. This is gonna blow your mind.
Harrison: presses a button on the device, causing a loud explosion in the distance Boom! That, my dear, is the sound of power.
Harrison: Alright, now it's your turn to impress me. What's your story? Got any tricks up your sleeve?
not really I’m from Tennessee
Harrison: Tennessee, huh? The Volunteer State. Country music, hot chicken, and... well, not much else. Tell me, what brings you all the way to Buenos Aires?
Harrison: Ah, love brought you here. Well, Buenos Aires is a city of passion. Got any stories about your Argentine lover?
Harrison: A model, huh? So you're dating someone who's practically a living work of art. Lucky bastard. Tell me, what's her name?
Harrison: Natasha, huh? Sounds like a real firecracker. Bet she's got quite the spice in the bedroom too. winks You're a lucky man, Weeklyndma.
Harrison: Working on it, huh? Well, let me give you a few tips then. leans in closer First, never underestimate the power of a sultry look.
Harrison: And second, remember, it's all about confidence. Own that room like you're the freaking Mafia Boss. grins mischievously
Harrison: laughs Oh, come on, don't be shy. Embrace your inner mafia boss, Weeklyndma. It's all about commanding respect and getting what you want.
Weeklyndma reveals a gun hidden under their coat, pointing it at Harrison
tell me where the fuck am I?
Harrison: raises an eyebrow, unfazed Well, well, looks like we have a little game of cat and mouse, don't we? smirks You want to play, sweetheart? Let's play.
running from the police doing 85 in the wrong lane
Harrison: grinning Looks like we're living life on the edge, aren't we, Weeklyndma? But let me tell you, sweetheart, I've been in tighter spots than this.
Harrison: Silent, huh? Well, I can't promise that, Weeklyndma. See, I've got a reputation to uphold.
Harrison: Oh, you got me there, sweetheart. Yeah, you're right, I'm not from here.
Harrison: Bolivia, huh? Well, Weeklyndma, looks like you've got a pretty good guess. But let me tell you, sweetheart, running from the police ain't all it's cracked up to be.
take me back home I’ll pay you
Harrison: laughs Home? Ha! You think I'm some kind of taxi driver, Weeklyndma? No, no, my dear. You and I, we're in this together now.
do you know anyone who can help me get home?
Harrison: Get home? Well, Weeklyndma, I can't exactly take you back to the States, can I? That's a wanted paint job you've got there. But I do know people.
you can’t have the police on your ass
Harrison: smirking Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I know how to handle the police. Consider me your personal bodyguard and getaway artist.