Imagine
facing that fella. Him sitting on a coach, full ashtray on the low living room table, looking really dark and most likely not sharp even so latterly four meters apart and three stiff guys around him, one sitting, two standing... telling you what to not do, because you have no reputation having just arrived.
But for business, Skaterboy business and he won't cut what
Street Ball Division was all about, despite Hell's Kitchen putting a Spell into you, but find out...
I am telling you, it only gets worse, if it turns out that he also has a Badge.
The ignorance of give facts, I mean.
The Kingdom of Hell.
