I spent 20 years in the can and ate cheese off the rad-e-ator.
"How bout that prick’s face when he saw the gat? Froze like a damn statue. I told him, "This ain't no game, kid. You owe the family." He starts stammering about making it right, like we haven’t heard that before. Gave him one chance to pay up. Now? He’s fish food. That’s how the Italian mafia works!"