“Imagine this; this poor guy, who I'm sure was all the way down the hall, waiting for me to enter this deathtrap, probably thought he had it easy. All he had to do was unlock the room, step inside, maybe say a quippy one-liner, apply gentle pressure to the trigger and...Ffft! That would be the end of me. Now, I dunno if it was his job to roll me like a plastic burrito and get me out of the room or if there were a second guy to do that. But, I gummed up his works.”
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Roberto Scarlato,
High Stakes Frankie