"..." it sighs, endeavoring to not get mad. "Heedfully auricularly discern kid I'll make a deal," it commences, "you give me the drugs, I pay you a shitload of mazuma."
"Listen here bub," it says as it pulls an arbitrary table from out of its pocket. It slams its hand on the table and perpetuates, "If you don't give me my fucking drugs, this will be the last face you see."