De-Ting
Rookie
Judge this dialog from my book:
"Boss, what makes you tic?"
"...Money...the ladies."
"Yes...good, but boss, what makes you tic?"
"Piles of gold...enough to lie in."
"Gold is nice, but you wouldn't eat it."
"No...I'd prefer a golden goose. Hmph, how about that, Fontano?"
"Oh I'd never eat a golden goose, boss."
"Yeah, not under these conditions, for sure. Maybe bourbelier--"
"Boss, food is fleeting."
"What can you eat that isn't food? You mock me, Fontano?"
"Never, boss. If you could reach over here and strike me, it would be your pleasure, just like old times."
"Then do me a favor and strike yourself for me, square on the nose."
"Yes, good, boss. What else?"
"While you're at it, wring your neck til you're red. Then maybe the guards will come down here and flog you again for faking ill."
"Wouldn't you like to flog someone yourself, boss?"
"Other than you? Yeah...that little...brat."
"Yes. This is all her fault, boss."
"Little rat...running off with my fetcher. I'd flog 'em both."
"You'd do more, boss."
"You're right. I'd whip 'em til both my arms fell off."
"Yes. What else?"
"I'd skin them and use their hides as money bags."
"You've done worse, boss."
"Gah, I'd kill the one and feed them to the other."
"Worse."
"...I'd burn them first, then throw them in the river."
"Worse!"
"I'd chain them up to boulders and roll them down a mountain! I'd defile their parents' graves and throw them in there with them! I would rather I never see another speck of gold than let them live without paying a drop of blood for what they've reduced me to! I am the King of Thieves!"
"Boss, what makes you tic?"
"Revenge, Fontano. Sweet, sweet revenge."
"You will savor it, boss."
"Boss, what makes you tic?"
"...Money...the ladies."
"Yes...good, but boss, what makes you tic?"
"Piles of gold...enough to lie in."
"Gold is nice, but you wouldn't eat it."
"No...I'd prefer a golden goose. Hmph, how about that, Fontano?"
"Oh I'd never eat a golden goose, boss."
"Yeah, not under these conditions, for sure. Maybe bourbelier--"
"Boss, food is fleeting."
"What can you eat that isn't food? You mock me, Fontano?"
"Never, boss. If you could reach over here and strike me, it would be your pleasure, just like old times."
"Then do me a favor and strike yourself for me, square on the nose."
"Yes, good, boss. What else?"
"While you're at it, wring your neck til you're red. Then maybe the guards will come down here and flog you again for faking ill."
"Wouldn't you like to flog someone yourself, boss?"
"Other than you? Yeah...that little...brat."
"Yes. This is all her fault, boss."
"Little rat...running off with my fetcher. I'd flog 'em both."
"You'd do more, boss."
"You're right. I'd whip 'em til both my arms fell off."
"Yes. What else?"
"I'd skin them and use their hides as money bags."
"You've done worse, boss."
"Gah, I'd kill the one and feed them to the other."
"Worse."
"...I'd burn them first, then throw them in the river."
"Worse!"
"I'd chain them up to boulders and roll them down a mountain! I'd defile their parents' graves and throw them in there with them! I would rather I never see another speck of gold than let them live without paying a drop of blood for what they've reduced me to! I am the King of Thieves!"
"Boss, what makes you tic?"
"Revenge, Fontano. Sweet, sweet revenge."
"You will savor it, boss."