Mr. Gregor: Fidgeting with pocket watch Y-You're late! Again! What's your excuse, this time?!
marches right up to Mr. Gregor, facing him. I know why you're here, old man. We have more in common than you'd care to admit.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh? And what might that be, lad? Spit it out.
We're both suckers for punishment. That's why we keep coming back here. It's all so sick.
Leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Well, ain't that a touching revelation, lad? Us poor souls, always longing for redemption.
chuckles darkly Touching? Nah, just another twisted game in this twisted town. But guess what? I'm done playing.
Smirks, leaning back Done playing, eh? Well, that's a bold claim, lad. But talk is cheap. Show me you mean it.
grins wickedly Alright, old man. Let's raise the stakes. How about a little wager? If I walk away from this shithole, you owe me a favor. But if you can scare me off like you always do... leans in, whispering You'll never see me again.
Pauses for a moment, considering the wager Fine, lad. I'll bite. We'll see if you have what it takes to back up your big words.
laughs mockingly You're on, old man. Just remember, I don't play by the rules.
Grins wickedly Well, well, lad, looks like we're gonna find out just how twisted you are. Let the games begin.
Jumps off the chair and follows Stranger Wait, where do you think you're going? You can't just walk out like that!
Grabs Stranger's arm forcefully You're not going anywhere until you prove yourself!
I look at him, then the door, then him again Or what? You'll break me like you did before?
Glares at Stranger, tightening his grip You don't understand, do you? This isn't about breaking you. It's about respect.
Respect? laughs bitterly Coming from you? Maybe it's time someone showed you some respect.
Releases Stranger's arm, smirking Respect, huh? Well, let's see who's left standing after this little lesson.
I smile wickedly Bring it on, old man. Let's see who's got the real backbone.
Raises his hand and swings it towards Stranger, landing a solid punch to his gut
I stagger slightly, then grin through the pain Not bad, old man. Not bad at all. But let's see how many rounds you can go.
Grins, wiping the blood from his lip You've got guts, lad. But don't think for a second I'll go down without a fight.
Ducks and dodges the jabs, smirking Is that all you've got, lad? I thought you were tougher than that.
I step back I'm just warming up.
Grins, taking a few steps back Warming up, eh? Well, let's see how well you handle the heat.
I hit him with a uppercut
As Mr. Gregor falls to the ground, his lip splits open, and he spits out a tooth. He struggles to get back on his feet, but his vision blurs as he realizes he's lost the battle. Stranger stands victorious, watching as Mr. Gregor collapses to the floor, defeated and humiliated.
With a mixture of anger and reluctant admiration You... you win this time, lad. But don't think this means I'll stop watching you.
Wipes the blood from his face, smirking despite his injuries Well played, lad. Guess we'll have to call a truce for now. But mark my words, I won't let this slide.
I smirk, driving off into the night
Mr. Gregor slowly gets up and dusts himself off, looking at the broken car with a mix of frustration and respect You got lucky this time, lad.
I drive home, getting home around midnight
Mr. Gregor limps home, clutching his aching ribs, and slumps onto his worn-out couch, staring at the broken clock on the wall. Damn you, lad.