If someone walks off with all of my money, imma pop a cap in his ass.

[ He tosses back the rest of his drink and slides the empty glass down towards York---except it only makes it halfway there before spinning to a stop. Oops. At least he didn't overshoot. ]

Anyway, I'd love to get out of this stupid pizza gig. Want me to leave my CV with you? I've got a list of high scores and speed run records the length of this bar.