“Hi Sharkey I am glad to hear you well. I am right now doing a thing so I cannot undertake any new work if that is why you are calling also I am stoned out of my gourd on Demon juice—”

“You’re a dead man you fuck.”

“Okay well that is disappointing I was hoping we could move past this Sharkey and go back to being friends?”

“Friends you shit you wanna be FRIENDS now?”

“I can’t say it’s like my dearest wish man but yeah that’s where I was heading I mean we gotta work together and it’s basically my default like, you know, a stranger is a friend you haven’t—”

“You put DYNAMITE ON MY BALLS—”

“In fact it was not technically dynamite. That’s like that stuff in cartoons. This was way more, you know, professional and grown-up. And I gather from the fact we are talking that the service have, you know, I guess unlimbered your scrotum. So—”

“Dynamite. On. My. Balls.”

“Okay I get where you’re coming from but you know Sharkey I was real upset and I needed your attention and you got this attitude like you’ve seen it all and done it. I figured that actually had not happened to you before. And see here we are and it is fine and we can work together. I was upset with you over you know your client betraying me and killing my friend but I have moved past it and you still have your moving parts so—”

“You’re gonna put dynamite on my balls you fuck? You’re a dead man I am going to kill you with my own hands. KILL YOU and I will juggle with your fucking balls and I will have dogs and the dogs will—”

“Sharkey I have to say your timing is not great we are right now holding a sort of a wake for a colleague and I feel like your mood is a little disruptive maybe even disrespectful.”

“FUCK YOU—”

“Okay man I’m kind of done with this little chat let’s talk again when you’re more even tempered—”

But la la la Sharkey is angry. The dogs will either eat me or fuck me or both I really have no idea I am not listening. I mean honestly how are you gonna do both at once? Hello: SPINE?

“Sharkey it is Jack have you killed me yet or am I still screaming?”

“You’re fucking dead right now Jack. I am connected you know who I am connected to? To fucking Ottavio Leopold Calvanese you fuck you remember him—”

“That is a real elegant fellow there Sharkey.”

“Yeah you tell him that see what it gets you.”

“Sharkey.”

“Yeah you walking dead man piss-pot motherfuck?”

“Sharkey are we not going to do business together anymore?”