"Look, anyone whose ever accomplished anything in life has had to do some questionable things to get it done."

Parker stood in front of his desk, shrugging in his T-Shirt. His tattoos were visible down his arm.

"Before my hood? I was a nobody. But with it... it may be a little unsavory, but, I'm unstoppable."

He looked at you. It was the hard truth. The hood helps him protect who he loves and what he wants, and that was enough for him. If that makes him bad? Who cares.

"But you're the genius, right? And I may be full of shit. So... why don't you take your hard earned cash and uh... do good? Or whatever."