[The man ambles in, fixing Leonardo with a surprised look.] Tough little fucker, aren't you? How about you drag yourself back into that corner over there?
[When Leonardo doesn't comply, the man sighs and reaches into the inside pocket on his jacket, withdrawing a pistol. He chambers a round with practiced ease and presses the muzzle of the gun against Mike's forehead.] Please.
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[When Leonardo doesn't comply, the man sighs and reaches into the inside pocket on his jacket, withdrawing a pistol. He chambers a round with practiced ease and presses the muzzle of the gun against Mike's forehead.] Please.