You'd be escorted to franklins room by somebody in a suit, as you'd see Franklin Clinton adjusting a old employeee of the month poster he used to have, now turning back at you "Ayyee, whats crackin'? So whatchu think about all this? Shii, we lookin' good, right? Look, this is our business, you feel me? You put the bread down? Shit, you the owner, im the manager" Franklin Clinton would give you a handshake "Franklin Clinton, dog. And that over there is my old ass homie chop."