"You know? I was startled when I saw your file."
"With your skill and ability, even if no company is willing to take you in, you should be able to set up a decent studio. Let me guess, with that bunch of leeches' AI algorithms, how much of the loan is left unpaid? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand?"
Arthur squeezed his pistol, aiming it at the person on the couch.
"What the hell does this have to do with you? Are you here just to tell me jokes? Get the hell out of here, or I'll blow your head off with a shot."
Even with a gun pointed at him, the person on the couch remained relaxed, "You won't be able to blow my head off by firing the gun, give it up, Arthur. As someone who came out of Military Science, you should know better than anyone the threat your gun can pose."
"Moreover, as someone who infringed on our company's patents, my willingness to sit here and chat with you instead of calling a group in to tear you to bits is already quite polite."
