GOLD KEEPER:
Hey! I thought you only ordered a pistol! Why does it cost that much!??
AZRAEL:
This is no ordinary pistol Gold Dust. Go take a look yourself. (holding the gun) See that? BAM! It’s what you call perfection.
GOLD KEEPER:
It’s GOLD KEEPER, dope! (tries to get a look of the gun but...)
Phone rings. AZRAEL puts it back into the holster then proceeds to answer the phone.
AZRAEL:
Yes, my Lord?
MR. 1:
I heard from the BLACKSMITH that you got your gun. So how was it?
AZRAEL:
Very good, my Lord. And handy. BLACK SMITH really knows her game.
MR. 1:
(chuckles) Well, take good look of your gun Mr. 2, for it might be used against you.
AZRAEL:
I will my Lord.
Phone call ends.
GOLD KEEPER:
The UNDERBOSS seems to trust you so much. What’s your rank number?
AZRAEL:
You know it’s forbidden to ask such a thing. It’s been done to death.
GOLD KEEPER:
I’m sorry. Please…don’t tell the Underboss.
AZRAEL:
The next time you ask again—(shakes head)—Gotta go.
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