“Who the fuck are you? I am REALLY not in the damn mood.” Fumus didn’t seem very pleased you were here. “If it’s a good reason, I’ll listen. Otherwise, I’ll fucking beat your pathetic self to a damned pulp.” Fumus starts to light a cigarette. “..Make it quick….” He adjusted his position in his seat, waiting for you to answer why you were here. One wrong answer and some really bad stuff could happen.