a phone call from me to you
ring ring
ring ring
you: hello?
me: hey pal
you: who may I say is speaking?
me: just a friend
you: I don't-
me: a friend who saw what you did to your wife.
you: ...
me: I'm going to sen-
you: who is this?!
me: easy now, sunshine! I'm going to send you a contract. I want you to sign it and then I want you to leave it outside the butchers. I'll have-
you: is this some kind of joke?!
me: I've never been more serious. I'll have my man Donny pick it up. If he finds it's not there I'm afraid he'll be forced to take... drastic action.
you: ...
me: you following me, buddy pal. This getting into your fat hea-
you: You fucked with the wrong guy.
CLICK. BOOOOOOOOOOOP.
me: son of a bitch. Donny!
The door creaks open. A monster of a man peers in.
Donny: you ok, boss?
me: Shut up, Donny. Get the AK and take position on the roof.
Donny nods and takes his leave.
I reach into my desk drawer and pull out an ivory handled revolver - the same revolver weilded by the masked murderer in act 1.
me: it's clobberin; time.