This is a nice warehouse, I don’t mind tellin’ ya. Very choice. Clean, too.
The place that Bleeker’s boys use? A dump. Total dump. When they cut off my big toes it barely made a difference to that floor, it was so bad. I was embarrassed for them.
And the place Mokie’s guys dragged me to? I was ashamed to have my elbows broken in there. I made them drag me outside and pistol whip me behind the dumpster instead. Cleaner!
Worst, the total worst was Ma Poole’s mob. You’d think, with their actual mom in charge, they’d pick up a little, right? Yanked my fingernails out and all I was worried about was an infection. The mess!
But this, this is nice. Classy, even. It makes a difference, you know?
So what are you guys gonna do?
Oh.
Huh. That sounds… well, pretty damn painful, I don’t mind saying.
Still, could be worse. It’s a nice place.