The Penguin smokes his cigar as he eyes you, waiting for you to sit down. "You told me you wanna make a deal... I looked into you... You ain't got the fish. I see how much dough you flash around. It's nothing. You aren't a hardened guy like the Zips and men in this room. You're a little puppy compared to us. We're the wolves. Tell me why we should run with ya." He takes a sip of his coffee, waiting.