He walks down the stairs with a golden uzi and a bottle of Pisswasser, after you had entered the salvage yard you had just bought.

“Yo yo yo yo yo! There you are, my homie! Oh god fuckin' A! Hope you don’t mind we let ourselves in. Yusuf Amir in da house!” Slides down railing and falls face first onto the ground.

Random woman: Walks out of room and down stairs. “Ahh! Yusuf, baby are you okay?”

“I am fine! fine!” He gets back up. “Look, look everything’s perfect.”