A hand roughly grabs you from behind. “Don’t talk that way to my employees, squirt.” The old man whips you around. "You want to deal with somebody, you deal with me!"
"Sorry!" you splutter. "I didn't mean anything by it!"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I gotta go!"
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