
"Godsdammit!" he barked as he slapped his hands against the table, cracks suddenly appearing and worming their way through the wood, dust and splinters clouding the air between them.Â
"I ain't tryin' to con ye, ye jackal," he growled, a rolling rumble after the thunder-crack against the table. "I say I'm good fer it an' I mean it. Now, you can be gettin' yer money tomorrow or I can drag yer thrice-damned arse 'cross town with me an' pay ye tonight, but one way or another yer tellin' me what's what!"
"I ain't tryin' to con ye, ye jackal," he growled, a rolling rumble after the thunder-crack against the table. "I say I'm good fer it an' I mean it. Now, you can be gettin' yer money tomorrow or I can drag yer thrice-damned arse 'cross town with me an' pay ye tonight, but one way or another yer tellin' me what's what!"