[Well. Extras can still get you in a shitload of trouble. At the same time, Mista's pretty blatantly unimpressed. This guy might have powerful friends, but he's not much to look at himself.]
Yeah, I think you're right. He's an extra--a leech, trying to feed off of the success of those more powerful than him. Trying to take advantage of people without even doing any work for it.
Now hold on, [the man blusters, sweat beginning to bead on his brow--whether from anxiety or indignance, Mista can't quite tell yet,] I'll have you know that I am an employee in good standing of the Black Fist--
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[Well. Extras can still get you in a shitload of trouble. At the same time, Mista's pretty blatantly unimpressed. This guy might have powerful friends, but he's not much to look at himself.]
Yeah, I think you're right. He's an extra--a leech, trying to feed off of the success of those more powerful than him. Trying to take advantage of people without even doing any work for it.
Now hold on, [the man blusters, sweat beginning to bead on his brow--whether from anxiety or indignance, Mista can't quite tell yet,] I'll have you know that I am an employee in good standing of the Black Fist--
You're a criminal. [Mista shrugs.] I should know.