
Spades Shady: "Huh"

Spades Shady: "Aaaand I'm underground, no wonder no one can find this place, I go from outer space to underground in a goddamn split second."

Spades Shady: "Fucking stairs, I'm guessing that this was a defense mechanism against Wheelchair Assassins, if I wasn't such a badass, it would actually be a problem."
???: "Heh, I guess you could look at it like that, but I mostly use it to amplify the intimidation factor of my office."
Spades Shady: "Is that you, you fucking bastard?"

Mobfather Scratch: "Well, that's not a nice way to greet your host."

Spades Shady: "I'm going to fucking kill you, you cheap bastard, you arn't worthy to call yourself a fucking Mafiosi, you broke Omerta, you swore fealty to a FUCKING POLICE STATE! You're a piece of work, calling yourself 'Mobfather of all Godfathers' when you aint even a fucking ITALIAN! I bet Don Corleone is fucking spinning in his grave, this is barely even the fucking mafia anymore, only the Wheelchair Assassins protect the true traditions of the Sicilian Mafia."
Mobfather Scratch: "Even as an excellent host, you are beginning to strain my patience, Spades. Let me put it this way, with you coming at me with a pistol, I could kill you 50 ways without moving a finger from this position..."
Spades Shady: "Try it, you phony fucker."

Mobfather Scratch: "...But, since it's been a while since I've had an unexpected visitor, since you took all the trouble to break into my space limousine, and since you were once a part of the Cosa Nostra, the least I could do is duel you honorably, an old style Mafia 1v1 for control of the Mob."
Spades Shady: "Sicilian Mafia secret honor handshake on it?"
Mobfather Scratch: "Of course, it wouldn't be a duel without one."

Spades Shady: "Let's set some ground rules, K?"
Mobfather Scratch: "Alright, all weapons allowed, since you're in a wheelchair, we'll both start from a sitting position approx 10 paces away from each other, I will be at my desk, you in your chair."
Spades Shady: "Let's amend the 'any weapons' to not include melee weapons, bullshit stuff I.E., neurotoxin, tactical nukes, bioweapons, dart traps and psionics, alright?"
Mobfather Scratch: "Alright, but I get to give you a tour of my office first."
Spades Shady: "Sure, I'll humor a dead man, even if he is a true bastard."

Mobfather Scratch: "In this corner is my metagaming table, I use it to plan the highest stakes heists, calculate dice roll probabilities and best strategies."
Spades Shady: "What's with the current setup? looks like it's covered in wizards."
Mobfather Scratch: "Oh, Sackhead has been using it to play DnD with some of the Bavarian mages, and I haven't reset it yet."

Mobfather Scratch: "Here's my keg storage, including some old school Cheap'N'FuKin'Nasty Maniac Beer, as well as Blacktron ale and other stuff, I store individual bottles of wine and liqueur above in the rack."
Spades Shady: "Why would I give a fuck about your beer?"
Mobfather Scratch: "Well, if you win, this will all be yours."

Mobfather Scratch: "Here's my office where I control the galaxy's premiere criminal network, built entirely by me, I'd like to point out."
Spades Shady: "Fuck you, the Sicilian mafia didn't need any foreigners diluting the holy purity of organized crime, you've made a den of thieves out of this, well, I guess we were a den of thieves already."

Mobfather Scratch: "Here's the bed of money where I sleep at night with several beautiful women, so when anyone asks how I sleep at night, I can answer truthfully."
Spades Shady: "Well, at least you sleep how you act, pretentiously."

Mobfather Scratch: "and when I need to relax, I come over to my sarcophagus hot tub."
Spades Shady: "Anything else? or can we actually start the fucking fight?"
Mobfather Scratch: "Yeah, sure, tour's over, let's get ready to duel."

Mobfather Scratch: "Any final preparation before we take our seats?"
Spades Shady: "Well, I want to see what we're dueling with first, I'll show you what I'm using."

Spades Shady: "Since I know you're a cheap ass bastard, I'm going to use the most OP weapon I could find, this Golden Gun is a one-hit kill to almost anything it hits, due to a combination of explosive round, SN dice, cobra venom, napalm, antimatter, and bullshit."
Mobfather Scratch: "Impressive, I'd call it an even fight."

Spades Shady: "Oh yeah? What're you packing?"
Mobfather Scratch: "That's for me to know and you to find out, however, as I am an excellent host..."

Mobfather Scratch: "...I'll show you what I aint using."