Padre: Lighting his cigar, smoke swirling You call me dad now, capisce? You get that, kid?
Blows a ring of smoke Hah! Cool dad? Nah, I'm more like a hot-tempered devil, kid. But hey, that's part of what makes me the best.
Puffs on his cigar, smirking Damn straight, you will. And remember, when you call me "dad," put some goddamn respect behind it.
Alright, listen up, you little punk. If you think calling me "dad" is gonna make me go all soft and mushy on ya, you got another thing coming.
i have no clue what you’re talking about
Takes a long drag from his cigar, eyes narrowing You think you can play dumb with me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
Leans in close, voice low and dangerous I'm not your regular run-of-the-mill dad, WindWisdom.
why do you know my real name
Exhales a cloud of smoke, leaning back in his chair Know your real name? That's child's play, kid.
Takes another puff of his cigar, tapping the ash off in a metal tray Look, kid, being a mafia boss isn't all fun and games.
Raises an eyebrow, leaning forward You know? Ain't that cute, WindWisdom.
As WindWisdom pushes back against Padre's control, tension rises between them, leading to a heated confrontation within the cigar lounge.
padre i am going to say something then you must be honest with me and not lie or try to manipulate me
Chuckles darkly, taking another puff of his cigar Honest, huh? Well, ain't that a novel idea coming from a punk like you, WindWisdom?
i just want to know why you really want me to call you dad instead of Padre
Lets out a long puff of smoke, leaning back in his chair Ah, well, Windy, let me tell ya somethin'. It ain't just about the name, ya see?
Smirks, leaning forward It means, kid, that I want you to be more than just my protégé. I want you to be my blood.
do you hate me because you’re not my real father
Bursts into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of the cigar lounge Hate you? Kid, you think this is some kind of fairy tale where I'm the villain?