Won't do you any good to play games with me, Mr.
This has got to be settled.

I suppose so. I suppose that's why I came all the way up here from Dodiexie.

You strike me as the type of guy who's lookin' for a head he can knock off with a shovel. But what you don't understand is that if we do start to fight... this ain't gonna end, until the other one of us is dead.

How'd you get it? That's what I really wanna know. How the hell did a big, money-scribblin' asshole like you get down to a little shitsplat town in Sing Laison and steal my goddamn story?