"Thank God. Lemme have it." He headed over to the very fancy looking briefcase and cracked it open, hoping there would be cash or a gun but no, just boring looking papers, a laptop and a calculator. Dork. He took the product and went over to the mirror, using it liberally to try and get his hair to slick back. As always, two pieces dropped forward - he had yet to find a way to prevent that.

"Will you ever give me my knife back? It's the most expensive thing I own and it's special. I can say sorry to the gays, if that helps." He wasn't sorry but he could say it.