Your fist closes tightly on the wad of filthy cash and a
radical change comes over you. You smile deviously, drop
the package on the desk, and pull your arm back. The man,
probably used to dealing with types like you just became,
seems to know what's coming. But he can't stop it. You
haul off and knock him right in the jaw.
 
His head turns from the impact and you swear you see a dab
of spit and blood fly through the air in slow motion and
splatter on the wall next to him. Much to your dismay, the
man is mostly unphased.

"Do I know you?" he asks
~Tell him he owes you money~end3a.txt
~Punch him again~end3b.txt
~Run. Run like the wind. Run now!~c3.txt