Now, if you had just listened, just waited for me, then we would have come back here straight away together, and scattered your mother's ashes.

He walked away from the bar and poured whiskey into a glass that was apparently meant for you. Corking the bottle, he walked around the table and stopped at the opposite side of it.

So you must be the second "guy", who didn't listen and decided instead to join the other "monkeys" and start to throwing his shit around.

Pagan poured whiskey into a glass and placed the bottle on the table. He pointed his finger at you and then sat down on the chair.

But I'll tell you what, I call a do-over! Hm? I say you have two choices. One, you could shoot me, boring. Or you could sit down, enjoy some food and you and I will go scatter your mother's ashes, together.

He took a fork from the table and, as if nothing had happened, put a piece of steak in his mouth, apparently completely ignoring the gun in your hand.