So, I’ve been in some tight spots before, and quite frankly, if it were three blokes I wouldn’t have a problem with this. But one of the group that’s surrounding me, is a dame- er, girl- er… I hate the PC world. Point is, one is a she, and that spells trouble for yours truly.

Talking ain’t my strong point, so I opt for a ketchup bottle to the head of the fake Tommy Two-Fingers. Which gives the other guy… I think he’s suppose to be Andrew the Aristocrat, time to land one on my kisser this I can handle but the lady plays dirty.

I believe in the ‘nothing below the belt’ rule, she didn’t.

takes to long for me to recover. Poor fake Tommy. He’s bleeding up a storm. I’m about to be, too.

I need a new strategy, so I spin around and jump over the counter where it’s just me and the fake barkeep. A quick jab, and he’s got a broken nose. I haul him into the back room and lock the door before they can grab me. I turn to him and say.

“I need answers and I don’t got a lot of time for questions!”