"Dammit man, didn't you hear me ask you to not hit the suit?" Joey grabbed his nose and cleared the blood from it before resetting it. A quick fix.
He spat the blood in Kazuya's direction, some of it splattering onto his pants.
"Silly Red-Eye, what do you do here? Besides what every other goon here does, of course. And dearie me,Berny, you really don't know how to play Patty-Cake, what a sheltered childhood you must've had."
"As for style, who gives a shit? You either beat the shit out of me, which I then heal from. Or, I choose from a list I have no idea what's on it, and the exact same thing happens."
Joey stood and walked over to the Asian and tapped him on the head, starting a time bomb of crippling pain that would be set off within a few minutes. Something that involved his appendix.
"This guy does nothing really, at least nothing that I understand yet. How about a friendly game of goon chess? No beating each other, we just have your little men hit each other and play the game out. And of course, while you're busy watching the game, I just sneak out before you have a chance to catch me. Exactly what are you after? Can't be the beating part, you've got two good hands for that, and when that fails, you just pick some joe up off the street. And you never did answer my question, Bernie. Mind if I spend my weekends here? Maybe all weeks, that works too."
Meanwhile, throughout all this, he'd pocket dialed one of the phone numbers in his pre-paid. He didn't really care who he called, but he knew it wasn't the kid he'd acquired earlier.
