Film Noir

Your muscle seemed plenty cool putting his fist in my head. I want him out.

So now we've shaken the tree. Let's wait and see what falls on our heads.

Uh-huh. And he wants cash on the nail. He's a pot-skulled reef worm with more hop in his head than blood. Why pay for dirt you can't believe?

Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.

Throw one at me if you want, hash head. I've got all five senses and I slept last night, that puts me six up on the lot of you.