"so you owe me forty five million as of Marilyn here's luck last night" Amnesia says as he grabs the blondes naked ass as she walks off from the circle sofa in the centre of the penthouse....

"Now mister...." Amnesia continues....."Earlson, the name's Earlson" says the owner of the hotel, his two guys looking vexed, one over each of his shoulders....he continues but is interrupted


"Now mister Verloren....am I saying that right? Ver....anyway...you killed 3 of my good guys yesterday...now how THE FUCK!!..." He shouts as he stands up.... Amnesia pulls out an automatic pistol with a massive extended Mag, silencer and loadsa other shit making it look like something off of robocop from under the cover next to him and places it on his lap...the owner sits down...... Amnesia looking over at a gold statue of Elvis..."I do like Elvis...some pretty good songs" he says as he gets up gyrating "you ain't nothing but a hound dog..." and shoots a hole in the cushions either side of the owners head as his hips swing...."now listen here yanky doodle, whatever you're into, and I mean every fucking thing I am now into....and I mean heavily.....that 45 large is me buying in....the other five B B Billion that the chuckle brothers here are gonna have to carry to your house makes you more of a silent partner from now on.....or I could always cut out your tongue" the one guy steps forward and the owner tells him to stop....."five billion you say....."


"Yep with a capital B for bitch....."