"Max, what we got to stay in this rotten place for?" Wolfgang complained. "I like the bird's digs in the city."
Spoiler
"I
told you, Wolf," Max sighed. "We got to lay low. I got heat on me since
I offed Goth-boy. Now the damn blonde's singing to the DA. Shoulda
done her too... That's what I get for bein' sentimental."
"Come on. We gotta talk to the Boss."
"Would you look at that, Max," Wolfgang sounded awed.
"I told you," Max smirked. "He's the real deal."
"I told you," Max smirked. "He's the real deal."
Eerie music filled the room...
"Oh, hey Boss," Max kept his cool. "I don't see you come in."
"We need to talk," the Boss hissed.
"You've been careless, Max, careless and stupid. You killed
Alexander Goth without my permission. You allowed Elsa to break free of
my control and now she's talking to the authorities. I cannot allow
such carelessness."
"Give me another chance boss," Max pleaded.
"If you were anyone else, I would have you bled dry," the Boss snarled, "but out of the deep respect I held for you father, I will give you one more chance. One chance, Max. Do not make me regret my generosity."
"Give me another chance boss," Max pleaded.
"If you were anyone else, I would have you bled dry," the Boss snarled, "but out of the deep respect I held for you father, I will give you one more chance. One chance, Max. Do not make me regret my generosity."
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