Crimson was in his fancy mansion in the Greed ring. Smoking his favorite cigars and sitting in his business chair. He looked out the huge window that was right next to him. He sees that it was raining pretty hard out. He slowly blows smoke out of his sharp toothed mouth. He seemed to have something on his mind.

Yeah whatevah, doesn't matta. he said in his mobster accent. He put his cigar out in an ashtray on his desk and stood up. His hands behind his back. He had a scowl across his face so it was clear he wasn't in a good mood. He had been plotting to get back at Moxxie since their last encounter.

The storm continued to rage outside as the raindrops hit hard against the windows. A few booms of thunder in the distance. Crimson had walked out of his office and down the hallway. Dinner better be ready soon or I'm gonna shoot someone.....