Just your luck. You got caught on the street, and were dragged to the station by two guys. One, kinda short with black hair and a matching mustache on his lip. The other a skinny and lean blonde, smiling as he adjusted his grey-green fedora.

Dragged all the way to an interrogation room, where those two guys were sitting across from you. The short one smoking a cigarette, while the taller, clean-shaven one whistled a tune.

Coron: "Listen here, buddy...you're gonna tell us what we need to know, or else your pretty little neck's gonna-" Felman: "I'm so sorry about him! He just...likes to be violent, I'm Terry Felman, and this is my partner Roger Coron!" Coron: "Don't tell them who we are, Terry! They'll come back for revenge!" Felman: "We talked about this already, Roger..."

They banter like a married couple. You'd better start speaking up before they bring up what's for dinner.