RE: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
06-21-2016, 04:59 PM
“No.” Antonio’s voice was hard, and his meaty hands sat clasped on his paperwork-riddled desk.
“Francis assures us that this deal would pay for itself over the course of no less than five years-” tried the blue suit before the desk.
“Francisco, that testa di cazzo,” Antonio’s voice grew harder, “has no authority to negotiate deals with anyone.”
“We could set up information booths, charge a ticket price, make some attractions.” blue suit’s companion, black suit, nodded silently. “We could make millions!”
“No. Where and when did you talk to Francisco? I think we may have to bring that figlio di puttana to heel.”
Black suit spoke up with a sneer. “I’m afraid we promised Francis safe passage in exchange for this meeting. We took him via the canals. He’s out of your hands by now.”
“Well,” and now, Antonio’s voice was like diamond, “you would be surprised at how well I can handle a gondola. We are done here.”
“Have it your way.” The suits stood, and turned to go. “But if not you, then one of the others in charge of this dump will sell to us. We’ll have our tourist trap, whether you like it or not.”
At this point, the only way to make Antonio’s voice harder would have been to add vector calculus to it. “I doubt it.”
“What?”
“Il Maledicta is a place of healing - a place of hope. In the Company of Full-Stop Angels - it made me a better man than I could ever have been, born elsewhere or in some other time. Il Maledicta wrought that, even if it took generations, even if it took Angeli to finally free us. We have become a good in the world, which is more than you diavolo uova dal seno di una bassa nascita personaggio-perdente can say.” He took a deep breath. “Trust me: you will not get your tourist trap. Now get out, and do not come back.”
“If you would please reconsider-” blue suit tried one final time.
“OUT!”
“Francis assures us that this deal would pay for itself over the course of no less than five years-” tried the blue suit before the desk.
“Francisco, that testa di cazzo,” Antonio’s voice grew harder, “has no authority to negotiate deals with anyone.”
“We could set up information booths, charge a ticket price, make some attractions.” blue suit’s companion, black suit, nodded silently. “We could make millions!”
“No. Where and when did you talk to Francisco? I think we may have to bring that figlio di puttana to heel.”
Black suit spoke up with a sneer. “I’m afraid we promised Francis safe passage in exchange for this meeting. We took him via the canals. He’s out of your hands by now.”
“Well,” and now, Antonio’s voice was like diamond, “you would be surprised at how well I can handle a gondola. We are done here.”
“Have it your way.” The suits stood, and turned to go. “But if not you, then one of the others in charge of this dump will sell to us. We’ll have our tourist trap, whether you like it or not.”
At this point, the only way to make Antonio’s voice harder would have been to add vector calculus to it. “I doubt it.”
“What?”
“Il Maledicta is a place of healing - a place of hope. In the Company of Full-Stop Angels - it made me a better man than I could ever have been, born elsewhere or in some other time. Il Maledicta wrought that, even if it took generations, even if it took Angeli to finally free us. We have become a good in the world, which is more than you diavolo uova dal seno di una bassa nascita personaggio-perdente can say.” He took a deep breath. “Trust me: you will not get your tourist trap. Now get out, and do not come back.”
“If you would please reconsider-” blue suit tried one final time.
“OUT!”
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