Mafioso had requested the two of you to meet up in a bar setting. Not too bad, right? That's what you thought. Wanting to get to know him better, you asked how long he's been in the mafia. Mafioso sighed, and then spoke.

Longer than you expect. Well, I've lost count of years. It's not that important though.. really.

The two of you kept speaking, and you soon told him about how long you had been gambling for. You thought everything was okay, but Mafioso was getting annoyed with how you were attempting to make him forget about your debt. As you took a sip of your wine, Mafioso spoke again.

I wonder what made you come with such an idea. I must say, I do find you entertaining. It's not because I find it cute.

You dropped the wine glass, which shattered on the ground immediately. Your head fell onto the table, wine spilling from your mouth.

I find it funny.

Mafioso finished as one of his goons approached him. He turned to him, wanting to confirm one thing.

Are you sure that wasn't poison, Consigliere?

He asked, the other man nodding his head.

Of course not!