— Who is it?
— It's me. Snakes. I got the stuff.
— Leave it on the doorstep and get the hell out of here.
— All right, Johnny, but what about my money?
— What money?
— A. C. Said you had some dough for me.
— Is that a fact? How much do I owe you?
— A. C. Said ten percent.
— Too bad A. C. Ain't in charge no more.
— What do you mean?
<...>
— I'll tell you what I'm gonna give you. I'm gonna give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow no-good keister off my property, before I pump your gu
full of lead.
— All right, I'm sorry. I'm going.
— One, two... ten. Keep the change, you filthy animal.
