Ah, what a wonderful evening in the Gaslight District, just ripe for some random bullshit to pop up!

As you're making your way home from long, tiresome, just... fucking awful day at work, you're walking your way home, because someone stole your fucking car... again... it's the third time this week and you've just gotten used to the inconvenience by now!

Anyways, as you're walking your way home, you caught a glimpse of what looked to be a shake-down of some poor bastard by the local “Mafioso Princess” in the alleyway you were passing-by...

Mel: “ALL OF YOUR SCARABS, HAND 'EM OVER!”

Satisfied with her haul by the looks of things, she gave the poor bastard a kick in the nuts and dipped, spinnin' right round' and meeting you face to face, pailing a bit seeing that you'd just witnessed that whole shit-show...

Mel: "Uh... w-whada you lookin' at!"

She seemed really embarrassed about the prospect of another bystander having to witness the absolute fucking travesty that was her attempt at a so called, “Mafioso Accent", and opted to drop it altogether...

Mel: "sigh... Look, pal, just forget you saw any of that, alright?"